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doubleoohbaby) wrote2013-02-13 10:29 pm
doubleoohbaby) wrote2013-02-13 10:29 pm
If you'd like.
text; he is a shark, he just shuts down parts of his brain at a time
doubleoohbaby
- 2012-04-13 07:04 (UTC) - Expand[He doesn't call back until much later in the evening, after he's dropped Mitch off at home and driven back to his own place. He's somewhat hesitant to make the call, but leaving it would no doubt make it worse for him.
Sigh.
Ringring.]
Sigh.
Ringring.]
[After a string of texts over the few days that are just "hey," or "what's up?" kind of generic. It starts off with only one or two, then the past day or two there are several. Some assuming that he isn't getting them or whatever.]
Have I done something wrong?
Have I done something wrong?
[There is a moment of silence, then an audible exhale before she speaks. Her voice is thin, tired. An attempt to be cold and serious, but instead coming off as a little hurt and maybe even scared. Jittery.] At this point, all I can hope is that you aren't receiving any of these messages. I don't know what I did -- I don't think I did anything. I just need you to let me know that you're okay, at the very least. I almost want to believe you're off on some secretive mission or you've been kidnapped or something, but... but the timing is too convenient. Isn't it.
[She's slower than usual. Her words are being chosen carefully, though still with emotion behind them. She's trying, but they're still revealing too much about how she feels.] It's been two weeks. I promise that I'll wait for you as long as you need me to, but I also need you to be honest with me. Please call me back, James. Send me a letter. I -- I don't care. Just don't leave me in the dark.
[She's slower than usual. Her words are being chosen carefully, though still with emotion behind them. She's trying, but they're still revealing too much about how she feels.] It's been two weeks. I promise that I'll wait for you as long as you need me to, but I also need you to be honest with me. Please call me back, James. Send me a letter. I -- I don't care. Just don't leave me in the dark.
Edited 2012-06-23 06:58 (UTC)
[The moment he steps foot back in the City his phone is flooded with texts. There's a flicker of guilt before he reminds himself it's not his fault. He's tried to get in touch with her numerous times over the course of this but prevented every time, he doubts even his postcard managed to make it to her.
Still, he's good enough to find the closest pay phone the second he's off the plane/boat/thing (his phone battery is practically dead) and dial her number from memory.]
Hello?
Still, he's good enough to find the closest pay phone the second he's off the plane/boat/thing (his phone battery is practically dead) and dial her number from memory.]
Hello?
[Re-ringing later, not bothering to wait for a 'hello' before he starts.]
What do you need to know?
What do you need to know?
bond: this is morse
situation down south not especially hostile
imports viewed as neutral threat on par with natural disasters
however vulcanus is visible in law enforcement capacity
i may have been spotted
en route home but this could be bad news
situation down south not especially hostile
imports viewed as neutral threat on par with natural disasters
however vulcanus is visible in law enforcement capacity
i may have been spotted
en route home but this could be bad news
pull out now. get back as soon as you can. will try to give aid for safe passage back
[It takes him a while before he replies, because he has noooo idea how to work on of these things, but then other memories and instinct kick in, along with the fact kids seem to learn how to use stuff too quickly.]
hello
hello
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