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mayfield_rpg2012-01-14 02:30 am
frothymilk) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-14 02:30 am
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1st Trot
[Action - 945 Beulah St]
[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]
[Then a chair goes flying out the window]
[Phone]
What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]
Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!
Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...
[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]
[Then a chair goes flying out the window]
[Phone]
What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]
Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!
Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...