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17th-Jan-2009 08:04 pm - = 130 ♣ [voice post]
Listless
[she groans, and her voice is pretty freaking pathetic-sounding.]

I think I'm getting sick—or I already am sick. I ache all over, and everything keeps spinning. I'd grab a potion, but every time I try to get up, I kind of uh, fall over.

[she sort of sniffles.]

My floor is actually sorta comfortable. After lying on it for like, an hour, I guess it has to be.

So I'll just wait for everything to stop whirling, okay? Then maybe I'll get up.

[recording cuts.]
26th-Oct-2008 01:41 am - = 123 ♣ [voice post]
Broken
[thunder and rain are clearly audible. her gasping breaths come at irregular intervals. sniffles, a few stifled sobs. thunder booms, and she screams. the recording is cut now and then by static, making all of it hard to understand. her voice is distressed, frightened, panicked, etc.]

Can't—hufrana du ku—need to—

[more thunder, and she screams again. a dull thump as she falls to the ground, and a sort of scrabbling sound as she crawls across the floor. she begins sobbing for real, and her words are strangled and almost whispered, muffled by some sort of cloth—a blanket, specifically.]

Syga ed cdub. Make it—make it—I don't want to hear it. Tuh'd fyhd du caa—tuh'd fyhd du drehg.

And all of them—dra aqbmuceuh—

[she continues mumbling inaudibly. the recording eventually cuts to full static.]

[ooc; I KNOW THIS IS EARLY but I don't know how much time I'll have online tomorrow, and I wanted to get this posted. :')]
7th-Jul-2008 11:30 pm - = 109 ♣
Sad
Why... why would you ever...

It's not right. Not right. You can't end a life that easily, with petty reasons like, "it'll starve" or "I don't want it."

That's your responsibility, that of another life. Even not knowing who the father is, it shouldn't matter. You can't... you just can't.

Dryd zicd sygac sa celg. E tuh'd ajah... hu. Ed'c cu fnuhk.
29th-May-2008 09:54 pm - = 101 ♣
Sad
[Voice Post]

(Yea, she's not even trying to stifle her sobs. So tons of crying here, and after a few seconds she subsides into hiccups. Then her voice comes in, strained and hoarse.)

Dr-drihtan. Mekrdhehk.

Garage n-not--

(Crash of thunder, followed immediately by a scream and more sobs. It takes her a few seconds to get everything together and speak again.)

Thylas. Ev oui t-tet drec. Ryda oui.

(More thunder, more crying. Recording cuts.)

[End Recording]
15th-May-2008 03:17 pm - = 096 ♣
Serene
...

...

You have got to be kidding me.

... Vilg. I have to wear vilgehk pants now, don't I.

Hey. Boys. Give me your pants.

I don't think I own a pair.

(OOC; *SOBS* I COULDN'T FIND A PB WHO WAS SUITABLY ATTRACTIVE TO BE HER ): So you're all stuck with Justin Hartley.)

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