February 5th, 2013

cowboycop: (Memories)
[personal profile] cowboycop
[The feed flickers on a few moments, revealing only blue sky for two moments before it fizzles out again. But, a voice can clearly be heard regardless.]

Christ. Still can't use this gol-blasted gadget t'save my life.

[For a few minutes it just sounds like he's tapping away at the phone trying to mess with it, but nothing seems to be working.] 'lo? 'zis thing on? Anybody there, or am I jus' talkin' to myself? Ain't the weirdest thing I've done in my life, I reckon.

... well, the light's a'blinkin', so... [He coughs a bit and it sounds as if he's shifting.] This here's Jake, Jake Marshall. I was formerly with the SPPD, here - ain't sure how many of y'all 'member me. Ain't even sure how many are left, t'be perfectly honest. Hell, I ain't even sure how long it's been.

Any of y'all reckon you can help out a lil' lost dogie by tellin' me what day it is? Date'd be better.



Private to Diego Armando, so easily hackable )
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[The first images that appear are fuzzy close-ups of a hand. Calloused, tan fingers, a grass-stained palm, and—ah! He’s been covering up the lens accidentally. Balthazar has never had occasion to use one of these things before, and, already uncomfortable and disoriented, he’s a little slow to learn. Oops.] Oh. There I am. Do I look that bad? Eurgh.

[He does, in fact, look ill; eyes shadowed, skin pale and clammy.] I’ve decided I don’t enjoy pain, except in very small, controlled doses.

[There’s a long pause, during which Balthazar looks like he’s trying to construct a speech, or maybe just keep from throwing up. Or both. He may not be dealing with the shock of arrival very well. In any case, he gives up on profound observations quickly.] However, I do enjoy alcohol, in large, uncontrolled doses.

[His smile is wan.] No, I’m not asking. I don’t take candy from strangers.

[Another pause, with him staring elsewhere, frowning mildly. The questions he really wants answers to--what the hell happened? why am I here? what do I do now?--don't seem to have simple answers. And the question 'who else is out there?' may have answers he doesn't like.]

…So, are there games on this thing? [Beep-boop-boop. Hello, button mashing.]

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