[34.00] // Locked to Christine, totally hackable

[psychoticracer]

[Voice is tensed, pained - Erol clearly can't concentrate to manage more than a cursory lock on this one.]

Girl... Ran into a little trouble on rounds last night. Going to be out of commission for a couple days, so don't worry if you don't hear from me for a few.

Ow - sonova...

*click*

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[chorusangel]

It's not funny.

[Audio//Translated to English] She's ttly glaring at the comm right now

[chorusangel]

It isn't! It's wrong to laugh at people in pain, no matter who they are.

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[chorusangel]

[Christine doesn't bother replying to the message. In any case, Erol would probably just try to deter her from her plan. This must be avoided at all costs, because Erol is obviously in a great deal of pain, injured quite badly for him to let it show, and so she needs to be by his side.

In a matter of minutes she's outside his door. Knock knock, Erol.]

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[psychoticracer]

(( Oh. Great. He already knew he'd fucked up the lock, so that could be anyone. Stiffly he rolls to his feet and limps to the door, grabbing a freshly-sharpened knife on the way.

The door opens a crack, knife held for immediate defense, and when Erol sees it's just Christine his gaze slides past her to check for other threats.

Seeing none - good girl, coming alone - he doesn't open the door further, merely leaves it as-is and retreats, heading back to his uncharacteristically rumpled bed.

She can open the door the rest of the way herself, he can't be fucked.)

[Commentlog]

[chorusangel]

[Christine opens the door hesitantly, chewing on her lower lip. Has she made a mistake? But no, Erol is hurt, and so her place is here. As an afterthought, she closes and locks the door. No sense in letting just anyone wander in.]

What happen?

[Her voice is laced with worry. The last time she saw Erol like this, he ended up getting so sick she feared for his life. What if something like that happens again?]

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[psychoticracer]

Capris.

(( The word is a hiss and a curse as Erol slinks back into bed and curls up like a wounded animal. ))

Came after me. Knew she would, didn' mind. But...

(( Ow. Okay, tensing his stomach to hold his head up to talk to her isn't gonna work. Ugh. ))

Bitch had this thing, this - dark shadow. Stepped out of th'shadows themselves... She said, "You have it too," n'then... reached *into* me an'yanked my insides around like a ragdoll. Hurt like... like hell.

Still got my licks in though. Left her with a slice she'll not forget.

Wish I knew what she'd been talking about but...

(( Weak shrug, mostly because he doesn't want to jerk his bruised insides around. ))

'll be fine. Just need rest.

[Biffle!//Locked to Even]

[psychoticracer]

Capris. Jak's bitch. Guess she didn't like what I had to say about her man.

Watch out f'r that one. Controls shadows or some shit.

[What a lully early birthday present//Locked to Even]

[psychoticracer]

Dunno "Italyaan." Sounds like her though.

She was o... a part of the group we noticed earlier.

(( Erol won't outright say "videos" or "footage" in case this lock is hacked too. Wouldn't have slipped up as much as he did if he wasn't hurting and... distracted from whatever she riled up inside him. ))

hay gaiz wuz goin on in dis thred.

[shesagift]

Oh my.