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[dungeongeek]

Ugh... my head, where am -- [ The disjointed voice trails off into a weak murmur a few seconds later ] Feels like that one time I drank too much Rockstar after staying up all night playing that game with Eric.

[ A few moments later, the video finally focuses, and a teenage boy is laying in the middle of a field, covered in dried blood and dirt

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[phantomfenton]

*Happens to be warm and indoors just now, ha. He looks a little concerned over the whole dirt and blood thing, though.*

Are you okay?

[dungeongeek]

[ Totally envious of the warm and indoors part, just so you know. There's a bit more stirring, and there's flakes of snow falling off from his head and jacket. He coughs a few more times, trying to get the scratchy feeling to go away before regarding the device that's apparently talking to him --]

A little banged up and could possibly lose a finger or two, but nothing too catastrophic. Blood clots are totally fixable nowadays. [ A shrug and a blink ]

Who gave you this number?

[phantomfenton]

*Frowns, not exactly looking reassured, here.* Do you want me to call a doctor, or something?

Uh... well, you did, kind of. You know you just broadcasted yourself, right?

[dungeongeek]

[ Mumbles, more so to himself. ] Don't think any doctor here could help me at this rate.

[ And raising his voice a bit, confused once more. ] ... Broadcasted over what?

[whatprofit]

[And this is one that Kyouya classifies as a social outcast. The blood and dirt off-put him some, but the talk of modern gadgets--]

What exactly would it be that you're 'used to', sir?

[dungeongeek]

[ Oh great, more crazies calling him all of a sudden! He doesn't respond right away, mind still a bit ... heavy and whirling from the strange desire plaguing his veins, but for some reason, it's numbed. As if it should be so much worse, like a water fall dammed. ]

You know, Vista. Or probably Mac. They're better at handling graphics. [ Finally picking it up. ]

I don't suppose you just decided to call numbers randomly in the phone book or something?

[whatprofit]

[Just a smile. Internally he's thinking, 'Another idiot taking up precious space.']

I see. Primarily located in America, are they not? Though unless I'm mistaken, they do not manufacture cell phones.

I'm afraid I don't have the time for such things. You made it easier on me by creating a video post for all to see. Or perhaps you were unaware?

[dungeongeek]

[ Wow. This is ... grating. ]

If I knew this was going to be some crazy Facebook blog or something that the world could see, trust me, I wouldn't have. I mean, I like the attention and all, but just at the right times.

[ Another cough. Ugh. ]

Who are you anyhow?

[bottleblueyes]

[Alec blinks repeatedly at the screen, just to make sure he's seeing this correctly... then he groans.]

Aw, hell.

[dungeongeek]

[ The groan is echoed, of course. Because between feeling like crap and not understanding why his head is hurting and he can't focus on anything, he now has to deal with one of them -- At least it's not Jace. ]

Wait, wait, don't say it... [ Dramatic pause, or at least, as dramatic as he can make it for now. Why does he feel so weak? ] 'The Useless Mundane's gone and got himself injured'. Am I right?

[bottleblueyes]

Well you're not really a mundane any more, right, vampire?

[dungeongeek]

[ And here we go. ]

.... Who told you?

fff it is hard to not reply to this with my WoW character too

[scientize]

[How are these graphics for you?]

There's a hospital if you need to be bandaged up.

fff, go ahead if you want love.

[dungeongeek]

[ Oh, he's definitely noticing. But he's not really in the right-mind to admire too much. ]

Don't think a regular hospital is going to do me much good, anymore. [ He trails off ] What about just regular bandages?

[scientize]

I have a large supply of band-aids if that is what you need.

[dungeongeek]

...That'd work. Better than nothing.

[ A pause. ]

Can you tell me where exactly I am? If you know, that is. Presuming you're in the same general area. I'm guessing from the lack of taxis this isn't New York anymore.

[goldeyedmonster]

[a little uneasy as he takes in Simon's appearance]

Are you all right? You're quite bloody.

[dungeongeek]

[ Have a few more coughs as he struggles to keep himself sitting up right. ]

Not by choice, trust me... I'm usually kind of squeamish, actually. [ Maybe just fighting Demons and whatnot can change that in a person but -- still strange. ]

[goldeyedmonster]

Do you know how you came to be so bloody then? If it wasn't by choice?

[dungeongeek]

[ There's a long, oh-so long pause, as the memories flood back, or at least, as much as he can remember. ]

Got involved with something I probably shouldn't have. My fault.