Eighth Cross - [Voice]

[doesntdie]

[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. ♥]]

Comments

[voice]

[touchofgossamr.livejournal.com]

Wh-What are you doing...?!

[angelic-lawyer.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[soul-similar.livejournal.com]

I know that sound...

Doesn't it hurt?

[piskiestix.livejournal.com]

Woah there champ, It sounds like you might need a little more then band-aid

(Text)

[2cool4europe.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you doing?!

[shhhh pretend this isn't late. also, voice.]

[worldrestorer.livejournal.com]

Cecil?!