} 001 - VOICE

[creatingalegacy]

[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.

Comments

[nuclear-ted.livejournal.com]

You're the one saying killing is so easy. I was giving you a fair shot.

Fine. I don't know anything about your tools. The Admiral brought you here, gave you the room. From the sound of things, be lucky it's not a padded cell.

[creatingalegacy]

You don't know a thing about me, do you?

[nuclear-ted.livejournal.com]

Nope. But I know your situation. That's nothing new.