05 | 🕕 | audio
Aug. 9th, 2014 01:57 am[ private to daneca ]
So this is how this works, right? You let me take my vacation if I ask politely?
I had an idea. I could use some help.
So this is how this works, right? You let me take my vacation if I ask politely?
I had an idea. I could use some help.
04 | 🕓 | audio | spam
Jul. 30th, 2014 03:45 pm( AUDIO )
Alana Bloom's cabin is empty.
[ Frayed at the edges, his voice. Abigail was first. Now it's just him. Him and Hannibal. Was that the way it was always meant to be. ]
Since these sort of announcements ought to be made.
[ This is getting too awkward city for him. He just hangs up. ]
( SPAM )
[ He woke up to Winston sitting patiently on the cement floor of his sad little room with its lopsided cot and his heart had immediately sank down into his stomach. That drop of a feeling when something's occurred to you quickly and innately. It's not that Winston hasn't gotten out before, found his way to Will's room; it's just that it's invariably accompanied by Alana.
Alana's not here. So Alana's not here. Is she?
There's a while where he just sits in her open cabin, hands stroking idly at Winston's ears and across his haunches. He loses track of time, maybe an hour, maybe four. He'd done the same with Abigail's. He was surprised nobody'd come across him then, and he doesn't expect to now. ]
Alana Bloom's cabin is empty.
[ Frayed at the edges, his voice. Abigail was first. Now it's just him. Him and Hannibal. Was that the way it was always meant to be. ]
Since these sort of announcements ought to be made.
[ This is getting too awkward city for him. He just hangs up. ]
( SPAM )
[ He woke up to Winston sitting patiently on the cement floor of his sad little room with its lopsided cot and his heart had immediately sank down into his stomach. That drop of a feeling when something's occurred to you quickly and innately. It's not that Winston hasn't gotten out before, found his way to Will's room; it's just that it's invariably accompanied by Alana.
Alana's not here. So Alana's not here. Is she?
There's a while where he just sits in her open cabin, hands stroking idly at Winston's ears and across his haunches. He loses track of time, maybe an hour, maybe four. He'd done the same with Abigail's. He was surprised nobody'd come across him then, and he doesn't expect to now. ]
03 | 🕒 | spam
Jul. 27th, 2014 02:12 am( spam for riddick / open )
[ He stalks Level Two because it has become his territory, the place that belongs to him, of stags and mirrors and something in the air that keeps him primal, sharp, and it shouldn't be something he enjoys but, oh, how it's something he enjoys.
Sometimes, maybe, the wisps of black smoke trailing behind him - frenetically, he constantly keeps checking behind himself for anything, anyone, and it's almost better off in his cell. Where he knows the cracks and he knows the cot and it's slanted and broken now but at least it's better than this, walls of funhouse mirrors that each echo something beastly and unlike himself.
He's upgraded his weapon, from a hanger to a knife won from one of the games a level up. It's difficult to stay out of here too long, the gas in his system; too many bright lights and noises and things crawling, he feels the comfort of the second level as though it's cradling him in his arms. A large mirror shard sits in his other hand, clutched tight enough to let blood pool up underneath his fingers. He gathered the idea from a friend. He's keeping it, for now.
The hall's been quiet, save for the sound of the whispers that surround him - over here, Will, look this way, I can see you - and none of them in his own voice. It's not safe here. The Barge is not safe here, and he can feel it to every fiber.
If he looks a bit deranged as he makes his way down the hall one more time, it's because he hasn't eaten, hasn't slept, hasn't done much but sit and watch and let plans as they are unfold.
It sits sick in his stomach, like a pint of blood. ]
[ He stalks Level Two because it has become his territory, the place that belongs to him, of stags and mirrors and something in the air that keeps him primal, sharp, and it shouldn't be something he enjoys but, oh, how it's something he enjoys.
Sometimes, maybe, the wisps of black smoke trailing behind him - frenetically, he constantly keeps checking behind himself for anything, anyone, and it's almost better off in his cell. Where he knows the cracks and he knows the cot and it's slanted and broken now but at least it's better than this, walls of funhouse mirrors that each echo something beastly and unlike himself.
He's upgraded his weapon, from a hanger to a knife won from one of the games a level up. It's difficult to stay out of here too long, the gas in his system; too many bright lights and noises and things crawling, he feels the comfort of the second level as though it's cradling him in his arms. A large mirror shard sits in his other hand, clutched tight enough to let blood pool up underneath his fingers. He gathered the idea from a friend. He's keeping it, for now.
The hall's been quiet, save for the sound of the whispers that surround him - over here, Will, look this way, I can see you - and none of them in his own voice. It's not safe here. The Barge is not safe here, and he can feel it to every fiber.
If he looks a bit deranged as he makes his way down the hall one more time, it's because he hasn't eaten, hasn't slept, hasn't done much but sit and watch and let plans as they are unfold.
It sits sick in his stomach, like a pint of blood. ]
02 | 🕑 | spam
Jul. 9th, 2014 07:09 pm( OPEN SPAM )
[ It was a bit hard to miss the effects of this flood; as soon as she'd awoken, well. Drenched in sweat and a t-shirt that didn't fit quite right anymore, she'd showered and perhaps taken a bit longer than usual to find some sort of way to adjust to this newfound - body. Afterwards, she'd thrown on a flannel that was too large for her, rolled at the sleeves, tucked into a pair of slacks that are belted firmly about her hips.
It wouldn't do to make a fuss over the network about it like everyone else was. She steals her way into the kitchen, glasses pressed firmly up her nose as she gets a banana, some coffee, and she tries to slip out relatively unnoticed.
But it's mostly the library she flocks to today, large and open and easily avoidable for the likes of most of anyone she could end up coming across. It's not that she's embarrassed. It's just that - Well, yes, she's got some degree of embarrassment. Being a female is a strange new world with which he obviously has no experience, and so Wilona does what Will does - she finds somewhere secluded, and she escapes.
Specifically, she sits cross-legged in one of the aisles with a textbook in her lap, sipping irritably at a coffee, because fuck you and your rules about food and drink in the library. ]
( feel free to come across wil in the kitchen, the library, hercellroom, or anywhere in between where she might be wandering throughout the day! replies will be coming from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mirrortouched. )
[ It was a bit hard to miss the effects of this flood; as soon as she'd awoken, well. Drenched in sweat and a t-shirt that didn't fit quite right anymore, she'd showered and perhaps taken a bit longer than usual to find some sort of way to adjust to this newfound - body. Afterwards, she'd thrown on a flannel that was too large for her, rolled at the sleeves, tucked into a pair of slacks that are belted firmly about her hips. It wouldn't do to make a fuss over the network about it like everyone else was. She steals her way into the kitchen, glasses pressed firmly up her nose as she gets a banana, some coffee, and she tries to slip out relatively unnoticed.
But it's mostly the library she flocks to today, large and open and easily avoidable for the likes of most of anyone she could end up coming across. It's not that she's embarrassed. It's just that - Well, yes, she's got some degree of embarrassment. Being a female is a strange new world with which he obviously has no experience, and so Wilona does what Will does - she finds somewhere secluded, and she escapes.
Specifically, she sits cross-legged in one of the aisles with a textbook in her lap, sipping irritably at a coffee, because fuck you and your rules about food and drink in the library. ]
( feel free to come across wil in the kitchen, the library, her
mirrortouched. )01 | 🕐 | audio
Jun. 6th, 2014 12:02 am[ It's not something that really ever becomes routine, it doesn't matter how often he wakes up someplace strange and uncharted. The voice on the line sounds about as scattered as he feels. ]
My name is Will Graham, it's- [ He's pulling back his sleeve to look for a watch that's not there. ] I don't have the time. I don't- I don't have the time.
[ Hang on, don't get too lost. ]
It's not clear to me exactly where I am, but- [ a dry laugh ] you probably already knew that. This isn't even my phone. But you probably knew that too.
[ He's missing details. He's missing plenty. His voice trails off for a short while before he can get his bearings enough to speak again, and even then it's almost unconsciously. ] I don't know. I don't know.
[ It's as if the fact that he has no idea sparks him back into the present. His voice grows more composed, if somewhat cracked. ] So if you're hearing this, if anyone is hearing this - [ is anyone hearing this? ] - any singular indication will be key.
[ Another beat. ]
I feel as though I've strayed a long, long way from home.
[ The air goes dead, and then so does the line. ]
My name is Will Graham, it's- [ He's pulling back his sleeve to look for a watch that's not there. ] I don't have the time. I don't- I don't have the time.
[ Hang on, don't get too lost. ]
It's not clear to me exactly where I am, but- [ a dry laugh ] you probably already knew that. This isn't even my phone. But you probably knew that too.
[ He's missing details. He's missing plenty. His voice trails off for a short while before he can get his bearings enough to speak again, and even then it's almost unconsciously. ] I don't know. I don't know.
[ It's as if the fact that he has no idea sparks him back into the present. His voice grows more composed, if somewhat cracked. ] So if you're hearing this, if anyone is hearing this - [ is anyone hearing this? ] - any singular indication will be key.
[ Another beat. ]
I feel as though I've strayed a long, long way from home.
[ The air goes dead, and then so does the line. ]
