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eachdraidh2015-06-27 05:35 pm
gehennawind) wrote in eachdraidh2015-06-27 05:35 pm
(Unseelie Locked) AUDIO
[Good evening one, good evening all. We hope this embarrassing domestic dispute does not disturb.
Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.
The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]
--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.
[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]
Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.
[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!
Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!
[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]
Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.
The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]
--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.
[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]
Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.
[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!
Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!
[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]
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[calm, collected, entirely unimpressed with you. fighting was common, but she would have thought they had the sense to not have this so publicly.
(what she isn't letting on is how much she had to laugh when she first saw this.)]
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I shouldn't have-- I shouldn't have, you're right. I wish I could take it back, I know this crossed a line, I...
[Anguished, distant, and still faintly enraged babbling dwindles to nothing.]
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Now, what in Allaidh Darach is going on.
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Not for lack of trust in you.
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HI GRELL; audio i guess
HEY HIKARU
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[They can embarrass themselves all they want as far as she's concerned.]
I just want them to stop making so much noise. The clinic's usually nice and quiet.
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We can call it the quiet room. Empty room, no lockets. They can do what they like in there.
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Should you make it another of the clinic's services?
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[one slow exhale.]
"Harlot", Edward. Really?
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"The heat of the moment," as they say. The fact still remains, I made no such decision. Moreover, I believe I may be justified in shouting, considering.
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[come on, Hyde, retreat to her bosom once again and be the sulky child you are at heart.]
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["she put poop in my shoes"]
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[SIGH.]
For now then, I'll leave it be, but when we meet in person, I will have to inquire. Pandora's curse afflicts me so heavily.
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Though I would tell you all, of course. After the Royal Audience, or else in private.
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