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sirenspull2012-05-26 04:30 pm
laurice) wrote in sirenspull2012-05-26 04:30 pm
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twentieth date; [voice]
[At first, nothing can be heard except the muffled sounds of someone grumbling, coughing, and tossing and turning in bed. When Larry speaks, his voice is hoarse and small...and nasal at first, punctuated by a sniffle here or there.]
B-boss? I ca'd cob do -
[He stops, and he blows his nose uproariously. The sound is a little more distant than what you would expect; he presumably turned away first.]
Boss...I can't come to work today -
[This time, Larry is interrupted by a fit of coughing - terrible, hacking noises, as if he was trying to cough up his own lungs. He gasps, and then lets out another cough before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.]
Ugh. Whatever's been goin' around, I got it. Real bad.
... [Larry, this message was supposed to be filtered to Raul Creed, right? Well, it seems that he has either forgotten, or is too sick to care.]
Oh, great. I sent this over the network, didn't I?
[And what comes next is the sound of someone burying his head under a pillow and groaning.
If you want to visit him, he's in his house at Sector 6 and does not want to talk about what happened yesterday. That might be the reason why he's finally come down with the bug - badly.]
B-boss? I ca'd cob do -
[He stops, and he blows his nose uproariously. The sound is a little more distant than what you would expect; he presumably turned away first.]
Boss...I can't come to work today -
[This time, Larry is interrupted by a fit of coughing - terrible, hacking noises, as if he was trying to cough up his own lungs. He gasps, and then lets out another cough before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.]
Ugh. Whatever's been goin' around, I got it. Real bad.
... [Larry, this message was supposed to be filtered to Raul Creed, right? Well, it seems that he has either forgotten, or is too sick to care.]
Oh, great. I sent this over the network, didn't I?
[And what comes next is the sound of someone burying his head under a pillow and groaning.
If you want to visit him, he's in his house at Sector 6 and does not want to talk about what happened yesterday. That might be the reason why he's finally come down with the bug - badly.]
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[Maybe it's because he's sick or maybe he just forgot. Larry, YOUR GUILT IS SHOWING.]
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I was talking to this guy once...about guilt...
[Somewhere in his mind, a dim bulb brightens.]
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[His voice catches on the last word, and he coughs before continuing, his tone climbing a few pitches higher.]
I know I'm supposed to not think about it, but it's hard to! Not think about it, I mean!
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