i. split down the middle - [ VOICE POST ]

[badcolors]

[There's a distinct beat humming through the line; it sounds metal and it pauses every once in a while, but there is some sort of rhythm to it. Tink. Slap. Tink. Slap. Tink. Slap. ]

Not right. It's off; the chances aren't split.

[The voice is at a whisper, but it sounds faded, crinkled like an old newspaper. The words are gurgled out as if the

Comments

[kleptoness]

Heaven and Hell, huh? Guess some people just have to believe in that sort of thing.

Re: Voice;

[kleptoness]

It's always hard, losing someone close. Cunno.

Voice;

[badcolors]

Can we not do this here?

Re: Voice;

[kleptoness]

Alright. I'll meet you at the docks.

Voice;

[badcolors]

Meet - right. Docks.

I'll meet you at the docks.

Re: Voice;

[kleptoness]

Race you.

(OOC; Would you like to log?)

Voice;

[badcolors]

....Race me.

[ooc; Sure! ]

Re: Voice;

[kleptoness]

Yea. Second one there has to... uhm... I'll think on the way.

(OOC; Cool! Would you mind starting it? I should probably head to bed soon. :x)