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[Jul. 6th, 2009|01:04 am] |
Hey.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey -- [ random scuffling noises; he's probably shaking his communicator :| ] Hey, are you listening? I want to ask something. It's important.
[ he pauses. he sounds anxious, a little on edge, but it's subtle and barely noticeable, as if he's forcibly trying to subdue those feelings. ]
How do you define friendship? |
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| vii | video post. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|08:57 am] |
[ The transmission flickers in to reveal a fuzzy focus of tree leaves and branches. Mordecai can be heard shuffling and murmuring quietly to himself in the background. ]
-- probably shouldn't have said all that. Though, really, it's not my fault people are so sensi --
[ His voice is interrupted by static.
The camera shifts again to reveal the concrete and a few pieces of white chalk. Across the ground, there's sentences scrawled there in messy (but legible) Hebrew. A fair-skinned hand comes into view again as Mordecai plucks a piece of chalk from the ground to continue finishing his verses. ]
I think I missed my own birthday. What a pain in the ass.
I'm always forgetting everything.
[ He stops writing. The communicator is shifted once more to focus back on Mordecai's face -- or his chin, really. The view cuts off right at the bottom of the face, and the picture only really shows his surprisingly white, clean shirt and red tie.
Just beyond him, there's a streak of dark fur as his familiar walks lazily past and flops down onto the ground right beside him. He strokes powdery fingers over his familiar's fur absently before they still right at its head. ]
Hey, I think I got off on the wrong foot with everyone. How about I fix things? |
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| vi | video post. |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:15 am] |
[ The video feed cuts into some pretty shaky filming as Mordecai moves the communicator around quite a bit. There's flashes of some trees, of some brick, of strands of brown hair, before it calms down a little. The picture finally settles on the pavement, and then he's moving to sit in front of it.
There's the scrape of something sliding along the ground, and then a shot of the barrel of his shotgun as he positions the communicator once more, focusing the picture up on his face. Behind him, there's a very large dog sitting off to his left, looking positively uninterested in everything that Mordecai's doing.
He pauses, staring down at the screen as he considers something. ]
Ah, you're all so difficult... Maybe I shouldn't have been so honest? But it's bad to be dishonest, right? Because that's what my dad always told me, and I believe him, because he was a smart guy, and smart guys don't say stupid shit.
[ He hesitates. ]
Right?
[ He drags the shotgun back into his lap and taps his thumb against the nozzle idly, shaking his head a little as if in thought. He looks around the age of twenty, but he sounds like he could pass off for someone much younger. His speech doesn't reflect the maturity and common sense that often comes along with adulthood.
He just sounds childish. ]
But I'm impatient, too. Hey, can we be friends yet?
[ :( ] |
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| v | voice post. |
[May. 9th, 2009|12:15 am] |
It's quiet, lately.
[ a pause as he considers this :| ]
-- You're not all dead, right? I can't get to know any of you if you go off dying. [ another pause as he shakes his communicator like it'll give him an answer ] And if I can't get to know any of you, then none of us will ever be friends, and then I'll never get what I want.
And if I don't get what I want, no one gets what they want, because you'll all be dead, anyway, and it's not like you'll even care about getting what you want. It's just easier if you don't die, because then I won't have to worry about things like that, and whether or not we could have been friends, and whether or not I would have liked to watch you die myself.
[ a breath and another pause ]
[ he's calm now; everything's good on this end, guys, no worries ]
So don't die. [ :) ] Okay, that's all. I had something else to say, too, I think, but all that shaking made me forget.
Anyway -- [ end transmission ] |
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| iv | voice post. |
[Apr. 29th, 2009|12:35 am] |
The city's still a mess?
How [ the quiet crack of what sounds like something snapping, followed by Mordecai clearing his throat ] special.
Special. And inconvenient, really. [ Dragging noises. Shuffling footsteps over concrete. ] But I guess it's only really inconvenient for the people who can't help themselves. Otherwise, it's not that bad.
Like for -- [ A dull thud, and then a pause. ] Ah, sorry, man.
Anyway. Like for me, you know? I have to watch myself, because I can't do the tricky little neat things some people can do, except. They're not really people, are they, so that probably helps. I think they might be cheating. Either way --
It's so hard to protect yourself, these days.
[ Another pause, longer and drawn out. ]
-- What was I even talking about?
[ :( ] |
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| iii | text post. |
[Apr. 12th, 2009|10:38 pm] |
I can't goddamn do anyth
Stupid stupid stupidstupidstupid stupid city
I just llllllllllllllsdlkfseeeeeeeeeeelk
Fine.
Oops. How careless.
Looks like I'm in need of some assistance. Is anyone around here good with first aid?
[ OOC NOTE: lmfao, THE LITTLE WHORE IS LYING, JUST SO YOU KNOW. proceed with caution. the fairer sex should be especially careful. bitch is getting antsy and is severely annoyed at all the excitement. :| he can't go around gutting people when something else is doing it for him, after all. strikes = deleted. ] |
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| ii | voice post. |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|02:29 pm] |
Well, it looks like I came at a really bad time.
[ Silence for a second, and it's quietly followed by what sounds like clothes rustling in the background as Mordecai settles back into a seating position. ]
This is kind of like one of those uncomfortable dinners, you know? Where you go over to a friend's house for dinner, and there's this long, awkward silence after your friend's father throws a dinner plate against a wall, and everyone just kind of sits there not knowing what to say. Because what can you say to that, really?
I'm like that friend, and everyone else here is that friend's family, and this city is the abusive, irrational father.
[ A pause. ]
-- Except this is a lot weirder. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2009|11:15 am] |
Whoops. Can't exactly say this was part of the plan, huh? I don't think I've ever really gotten so badly lost like this before, but I guess there's a first time for everything.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery, and all that.
[ A slight stretch of silence, followed by what sounds like the absent and distracted tapping of fingers against the mic in the communicating device. ]
I wonder if this makes me the damsel in distress, for once. |
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