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| [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. :')] - Tags:*cries moar*, /wrist /wrist, al bhed is the mother tongue, asylum incognito, bombs go 'splody, brb retching all over you guys, can't take much more, disasterrific, event: storm, ffff here we go again, i need a hug, oh snap, purg you abuse me so, royal suckage, she's vulnerable kthx, st-st-storm, stupid lightning, stupid thunder, voice post, whoops she's broken
- Location:Kynyka
- Mood:Distressed
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(Incessant tapping of metal against concrete. Her voice, when it comes in, is obviously relieved.)
S'about time that ended. Thanks, Val. You too, Allen. Dunno what I'd have done without you guys.
Haven't been out scavenging in a while. Maybe the storm unearthed some good machina. Off to the junkyard, then~
(Tapping stops, and a loud clatter as the tool is dropped to the ground. Shuffling, light sound of boots upon the floor. Recording cuts abruptly.)
[End Recording] - Tags:allen, event: storm, greedy mcgreedykins, i'm back now kthx, machina is her life okay, she was here the entire time, st-st-storm, thylas you fail so hard, ttly not hiding anything nope, voice post, wrenches make good weapons, you dirty dirty girl
- Mood:Chipper
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(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] - Tags:*cries moar*, /wrist /wrist, al bhed is the mother tongue, alone again ):, brb retching all over you guys, disasterrific, event: storm, gd it guys gd it, i need a hug, just stfu already, not fair, owwie you meanies, purg you abuse me so, rant rant rant, royal suckage, she's vulnerable kthx, shhh she's emoing, st-st-storm, stupid lightning, stupid thunder, thylas you fail so hard, vilgehk eteudc, vilgehk nightmares, voice post, whoops she's broken
- Location:Kynyka
- Mood:Scared
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