Kurt Hummel (
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sirenspull2012-07-31 10:27 pm
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030 // Video
[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]
All of you, please.
Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.
[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]
All of you, please.
Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.
[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]
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[God, there is no other way, is there? He's panicking in earnest now.]
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It's what we've been doing all along but people just don't believe it
showing them violence is exactly what they want. they want an excuse to hurt all of us not just a handful at a time
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and i wish it would change faster too but that doesn't mean they should go out and kill people because of it
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I can't do this by myself.
private;
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his powers make him pretty tough i think, i doubt it would hurt at all
but it's fine if you don't want me to, i would understand
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i know you would do the same for me so if you need help please don't worry about me being upset
i promise i can handle it
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[ooc; Assuming she knows the new address!]
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It's me.
[Even if she doesn't sound or look the same at all.]
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in the bedroom come on in
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I'm so sorry. [And it's so hard to stop her voice from cracking.]
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God... I'm sorry, I--I forgot that you...
[He scrubs at his eyes.] Come in.
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[But she walks into the room, taking a seat on the floor and leaning back against his bed so she's as close to him as possible.]
Do you want to talk about it?
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[Pause.] Or--no. That's not right. It's not fair for me to think that.
Could you-- The bottle of ibuprofen over on the dresser, could you hand it to me?
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[She blinks, but stands up quickly to move towards the dresser, grabbing the bottle and taking it back to him.]
What's wrong? Are you hurt?
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[A croaky little laugh.]
Too much crying.
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[She reaches out to grasp one of his hands of her, not thinking that it might startle him until it's too late.]
I'm so sorry.
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I don't know what to do. I've never felt so powerless before.
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[She pauses, then laughs shortly, but there's not much humor in the sound.]
And you managed not to punch me in the face, too.
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[He can't joke around right now, which is a sign of something seriously wrong.]
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