002 // Voice

[artificing]

[Cy's in pretty bad shape, even if it can't be seen it can definitely be heard.  His voice is ragged, a growl to it as if he's trying to keep himself together.]

I know all of you...  You're pr--  You're blood is pretty precious to you but...  [He pauses, sucking in a pained breath so he can go on.]

I need to feed.  If I don't...  Well, it'll be bad.  [He gives a bitter little laugh.  Bad is an understatement here.]

Needs to be human.  Can't...nothing else works. 

[As if an afterthought.]  Please.

Comments

[redheadcarrier]

and you want me to just take your word for it?

[artificing]

Believe me, don't believe me, I don't fucking care. You're obviously not someone who'd be willing to help me out if I got into a desperate situation anyway. I'll be sure to keep that in mind on the reverse side. [Although he's the type that would probably rush to her aid if she needed it anyway.]

[redheadcarrier]

i wouldn't want help from a freak like you anyway!

[artificing]

Fine with me.

[redheadcarrier]

just do us all a favor and take a long walk out of the airlock.

[artificing]

I'll get on that. [No oxygen? No big deal.]

[redheadcarrier]

Good riddance.

[She was hoping that sunlight would do the work.]

[artificing]

[There's a snort from his end before he shuts off the feed.

Naw, sunlight doesn't do a thing to him except make it hard to see.]