clawing oneself out of the abyss [voice post]

[mister_hatter]

[There is no video feed this time. Just the grind and grit of gravel shifting, the dripping sounds of water and Break's laughter. His voice misses 'merry' by a long shot. He sounds like he might be going into shock.]

What lovely, lovely, lovely hospitality.

[Whispering conspiratorially to the device. Every breath he takes hitches, catching in

Comments

[not_a_damn_dog]

You sound like a thousand miles of bad road, pal.

[offline]

[mister_hatter]

If I don't get better soon, I'll go to a clinic.

Thank you for your help.

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[not_a_damn_dog]

What about the person who did it. Is there some place to report them, or are we completely lawless, here?

[offline]

[mister_hatter]

That, I don't know.

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[not_a_damn_dog]

Can I...bring you somethin'?

[offline]

[mister_hatter]

Water, please?

Re: [offline]

[not_a_damn_dog]

Right. I'll be right back.

[Returns a short time later with a bottle of water.]

Here.

[offline]

[mister_hatter]

All right. I'm afraid I'm a little worn down for question answering tonight, but I won't forget my promise.

[In reality, all he can really do now is curl up and pass out.]

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[not_a_damn_dog]

Alright. I'll see you around. [Then he's out the window and gone.]