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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.]
voice;
DO NOT COME NEAR THEM!!
[ Alice has a temper on her, but she hardly ever shouts. ]
I don't care what you are, I'll kill you!
voice;
Of course you will. I look forward to it.
voice;
[ Her composure is starting to fray; Alice's voice becomes brittle and shaky. While he can't see it, that's all she needs to start pulling her own hair. She swears she'll do it, she's not particularly careful with her own self when she loses her composure, when people she deeply cares for are threatened. Fists slammed against hard surface to bruise herself, Alice is starting to feel like the same cornered, feral girl in the asylum years ago. It doesn't matter of he's not there, it sets her off well enough to where she's starting to break things.
Alice is losing it, growling in her anger and her frustration that she can't do more. ]
Shut up.
[ Just a warning- no, it's not good enough. Alice raises her voice, letting the vorpal blade out, as if she's expecting him to just. Appear. ]
Shut up! SHUT UP!