007 メ [ Audio/Video ]
[ Static.
A long, electronic whine.
The neutral tone of a lost signal and then, finally, a proper transmission: the wind, the rain, and someone's harsh, labored breathing. It continues, heavy and erratic, for almost ten minutes, interrupted now and then by a wet cough.
Eventually, in a familiar voice distorted by pain and exhaustion: ] Fuck...fuck, not this...shit again.
Damnit.
I... [ Another cough, followed by a gag and a retch. There's muffled fumbling, a hiss and a curse, and the transmission suddenly jumps from audio to video.
He's sprawled on the dirt at the baseball diamond, drenched to the bone, his hair matted and dirty, his white uniform stained with mud and an alarming amount of blood. Open, still-bleeding injuries cover most of his body, the worst being a mangled, crescent-shaped indentation on the left side of his chest and his left shoulder.
Grimmjow has definitely looked better. But, oddly enough, it's his left hand that's struggling with his NV, his fingers stiff and clumsy. ]
Sh...shit, turn off you fucking--[ The feed cuts again, and does not return. ]
((OOC: A NOTE ON RESPONSES Grimmjow will definitely be answering comments in this post! But his replies will come after his retrieval by Ichigo in this log. He will be replying from the safety of Las Noches, technically several hours after this initial transmission.
Characters may include in their tags action of themselves running to the diamond to try and apprehend him, but all they'll find is a bloody smear on the ground where he had been previously.))
A long, electronic whine.
The neutral tone of a lost signal and then, finally, a proper transmission: the wind, the rain, and someone's harsh, labored breathing. It continues, heavy and erratic, for almost ten minutes, interrupted now and then by a wet cough.
Eventually, in a familiar voice distorted by pain and exhaustion: ] Fuck...fuck, not this...shit again.
Damnit.
I... [ Another cough, followed by a gag and a retch. There's muffled fumbling, a hiss and a curse, and the transmission suddenly jumps from audio to video.
He's sprawled on the dirt at the baseball diamond, drenched to the bone, his hair matted and dirty, his white uniform stained with mud and an alarming amount of blood. Open, still-bleeding injuries cover most of his body, the worst being a mangled, crescent-shaped indentation on the left side of his chest and his left shoulder.
Grimmjow has definitely looked better. But, oddly enough, it's his left hand that's struggling with his NV, his fingers stiff and clumsy. ]
Sh...shit, turn off you fucking--[ The feed cuts again, and does not return. ]
((OOC: A NOTE ON RESPONSES Grimmjow will definitely be answering comments in this post! But his replies will come after his retrieval by Ichigo in this log. He will be replying from the safety of Las Noches, technically several hours after this initial transmission.
Characters may include in their tags action of themselves running to the diamond to try and apprehend him, but all they'll find is a bloody smear on the ground where he had been previously.))