[ 002 • Audio • Ritchie Donovan ]

[nofckinsandwich]

[There's a moment of coughing before he clears his throat and speaks up.]

This place is turning into a marshland, pretty damn fast.

[A sigh, and the rustling sound of him adjusting his coat, the hood is being flopped on and the zipper pulled up as he steps out side. The rain tapping against his hood and splashing into the mess on the ground.]

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Comments

[regretsbailing]

I think you've got the gist of the place, it's shit. From what I've seen the last few days. No one fitting that description, but I'll keep an eye out. [His tone at the end is understanding; he knew how the guy felt]

[nofckinsandwich]

Thanks. [And he means it too. He rubs his forehead sighing.] Yeah, paradise, the irony could kill me-- assuming we're not already dead.

Opps forgot this last time [Audio] Sorry~

[regretsbailing]

Sure thing; if she was here before and you want help looking, I'll help. [Clay couldn't keep the regret from his tone. If he could help someone regain their lost loved one; he'd do so gladly. His chance was taken after all. He gave a short retort of laughter.] I think someone got 'Paradise' and hell mixed up; all that's missing is the machete maniac. [Slight bitter tone on the last two words.]

[Audio] (Its okay, I forget a lot)

[nofckinsandwich]

She wasn't here, thats the thing. Last I remember we were planning to leave Russia. [He sighs, but at the final comment he lets out a slightly bitter laugh.]

I've had enough of Machete Maniac's in the past few days, I don't think I could handle another one.