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Entry 166; Day 394
May. 31st, 2008 07:09 am[Filtered from DELILAH || Hackable]
[Voice Post Begins]
((Click.))
((Heavy breathing for a moment, the sound of someone bearing up under pain, shuffling slide of the Network contraption over sheets...then a voice, low, slow, in pain...))
... ... ...
...I am... ((swallowing sound)) ...very unwell at present...
I don't believe that I shall be... ((Sharp gasp and a hiss of discomfort.)) ...going out today at all.
((Breathing for a moment, yes, breathe, it's all right.))
...
Merry, I'm not well.
Don't come near me.
... ... ...
Wait until tomorrow.
Bloody, awful, stupid City.
((Quieter, muffled by blankets now, higher pitched: an acute pain now.))
Riff, if you were here...if you were--((high, whining sound, almost a small scream))
The LORD put a mark on Cain--
((Momentary fumbling.))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Every last scar on his back has opened. He absolutely will not let anyone see, touch, or know about these scars (save Riff), so don't expect him to tell you what's wrong. He'll be lying on his stomach all day, the door locked, with a towel on his back, hurting in more ways than one. This is sort of a placeholder: I will try to tag, but I'm going to work ;.;]
[Voice Post Begins]
((Click.))
((Heavy breathing for a moment, the sound of someone bearing up under pain, shuffling slide of the Network contraption over sheets...then a voice, low, slow, in pain...))
... ... ...
...I am... ((swallowing sound)) ...very unwell at present...
I don't believe that I shall be... ((Sharp gasp and a hiss of discomfort.)) ...going out today at all.
((Breathing for a moment, yes, breathe, it's all right.))
...
Merry, I'm not well.
Don't come near me.
... ... ...
Wait until tomorrow.
Bloody, awful, stupid City.
((Quieter, muffled by blankets now, higher pitched: an acute pain now.))
Riff, if you were here...if you were--((high, whining sound, almost a small scream))
The LORD put a mark on Cain--
((Momentary fumbling.))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Every last scar on his back has opened. He absolutely will not let anyone see, touch, or know about these scars (save Riff), so don't expect him to tell you what's wrong. He'll be lying on his stomach all day, the door locked, with a towel on his back, hurting in more ways than one. This is sort of a placeholder: I will try to tag, but I'm going to work ;.;]