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Яσвιи: Ƭнɛ βσʏ Ɯσи∂ɛя ([personal profile] pixieboots) wrote in [community profile] exsilium2013-06-26 02:11 am

[voice | Robin]

[ The silence in the background is full and steady, which makes the fast, uneven breathing behind the tablet a little more out of place than it might have been. ]

My friend, he- Jericho. [ a huffed breath out. ]

They- it wasn’t even an accident. He didn’t have a pulse when I... when I got here. [ not a certainty, the accident part. but a guess. a good guess his head's rushing to already, but he's too upset, too angry to think it through right now. ]

I don’t know how long it’s been but you- you could tell that with the right equipment. With the fractures and the head trauma that’s- that’s a lot of- [ work to do is what he doesn’t say.

no he won’t say that. ]


Whatever it takes, I’ll- whatever the white coats use to bring people back, we’ve gotta use that. There has to be a way, there just...

There has to be.
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[personal profile] eyecontact 2013-07-23 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[nothing Robin's saying makes a bit of sense, and Jericho's still stuck on welcome back. he feels nauseous just looking at the former and turns his head toward Ashraf, growing increasingly more distressed.

What is he talking about? What's going on?

fidgeting a little, hearing rubble scrape when he moves his foot – he pales and stiffens. quickly, he starts looking around past them, over his shoulders, and each of them in turn. finally settling on Robin, hands lifting, moving:]


Did the girl get away OK?