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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.]
-> private to paloma but shOW THAT BASTARD THIS LOCKET
Put him on. [A wave of the hand, all too airy. His voice is bright and brittle as thin glass. Paloma is angry enough to use some of his own choice phrases, which means he is furious. And expressing it through smiles.]
I'm going to defuse the situation.
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Quivering from lingering fury:]
You don't have to, really, I... I left presents in his shoes. He didn't wonder where the funk was coming from with the roses I put in the room, too.
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Now, I need to make sure he won't close his eyes for the next few months for fear he'll open them to see me.
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Paloma laughs again, sudden and overly loud.]
He'll think you want to take him to bed. Or else he'll just want to take you. Edward is... Edward.
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Ah, shit, [restless, frustrated] if I could feed him his own tendons...
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It was-- is part of his appeal, you know. That no matter what you do or threaten him with, it excites him. He doesn't feel fear like you or I can.
[She doesn't say explicitly what the freedom of reckless brutality means, but does she need to?]
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It's...I know. There is a vertiginous relief in finding someone you couldn't begin to fuck up. Too alien to damage. But you can feel fear. So fucking watch yourself. He knows precisely how to twist the thumbscrews nailing you to this particular cross.
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No, no, now she's just ruining 'relief' for herself.]
If he nails me, he nails himself.
[shit]
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[straight face straight face straight face serious conversation nope
more from horror than anything else, the Brucolac gives an irrepressible coughing laugh, hand fluttering up to his brow.]
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[A desperate mourning groan for the dignity she could've salvaged.]
I meant... he either watches his step or he goes down with me.
[oh my GOD]