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Eighth Cross - [Voice]
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:10 am[He quietly turns it on. There's silence for a moment.]
I'm going to find it.
[He doesn't turn the communicator off. The sound of something sharp scrapes concrete for a second. He blows at it. A soft slicing is soon heard, and a muffled cry is heard. He's soon breathing heavily, shakily, and waits for a second.]
...I should get band-aids.
[He laughs. His laughter soon fades into cries, interrupted every now and then by a grunt of pain and soft hissing. This continues for a few more minutes before he stops the transmission.]
[[ooc: Cecil is looking for his chip. Quite literally. He's hiding in the parking garage with broken glass and cutting his leg, and digging to find it. Dramatic mun is dramatic. ♥]]
I'm going to find it.
[He doesn't turn the communicator off. The sound of something sharp scrapes concrete for a second. He blows at it. A soft slicing is soon heard, and a muffled cry is heard. He's soon breathing heavily, shakily, and waits for a second.]
...I should get band-aids.
[He laughs. His laughter soon fades into cries, interrupted every now and then by a grunt of pain and soft hissing. This continues for a few more minutes before he stops the transmission.]
[[ooc: Cecil is looking for his chip. Quite literally. He's hiding in the parking garage with broken glass and cutting his leg, and digging to find it. Dramatic mun is dramatic. ♥]]
