Amanda Young (
creatingalegacy) wrote2010-07-07 10:12 pm
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} 001 - VOICE
[If she sounds hoarse, it's because she's been screaming in anger for a good few minutes now. Neighbors are free to have noticed both that, and the sound of objects being thrown. She's peeked into the hall outside her room and is not at all pleased.]
Where am I, and who's the fucking psycho who reconstructed my room?! [Something else slams against the wall.] And left out all my good tools?!
[Heavy, angry breathing.]
Somebody better have some answers for me, now.
Where am I, and who's the fucking psycho who reconstructed my room?! [Something else slams against the wall.] And left out all my good tools?!
[Heavy, angry breathing.]
Somebody better have some answers for me, now.
Re: Private.
Private.
I hardly even remember that name.
Private.
And you're right, this new one's going to be a god damn pill.
Private.
They're just getting more and more pleasant lately, ain't they? The Romans are damn puppy dogs by comparison...
Private.
And yeah, I'm going to be kicking at least one of the Roman's ass any minute now.
Private.
Private.
Private.
Who'd he mess with?
Private.
Private.
Private.
Private.
Not that I object to Commodus getting shot, punched, or what have you as much as possible. Not at all.
Private.-Added later.
And I'm glad we're in agreement where Commodus is concerned. He's not going to be bothering anyone again.