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[team_sociopath]

][ AUDIO | Glass City

[Starts with a strange sound, a crackle or a tear maybe, masked by a burst of static.]

Heywaitwhere--

[Running over sand isn't very easy-- the unsteady surface giving way slows him down as much as anyone else. Running over glass, going is a little easier, but stopping...]

Whathappenedtoallthe--

There's a loud, resounding crash and shatter, the tinkle of shards spraying all over the place as he doesn't quite vault a park bench in time, followed by a heavy thud and much closer crack of plastic as he (and the device in his pocket) hits the ground.]

--sand?


[ooc; broke the speed limit, now laying somewhere on his bruised and confused butt. Open to action if one person would like to find him, network otherwise <3]

Comments

[team_sociopath]

SORT OF!

[Fuzzy but hey the slow yelling thing actually helps. One syllable at a time.]

I THINK I BROKE THE UNIVERSE.

ALSO A BENCH.

[inmyothertights]

A BENCH? WHERE?

[team_sociopath]

DUDE, IT'S ALL MADE OF GLASS.

[inmyothertights]

OF GRASS? LIKE THE KIND YOU WALK ON OR THE KIND YOU SMOKE?

[team_sociopath]

WHAT? WHO'S SMOKING WHAT?

[inmyothertights]

YOU'RE SMOKING CUTS?

LIKE SILK CUT?

[team_sociopath]

WILL YOU SHUT UP.

THE CITY'S MADE OF GLASS. GLASS GLASS GLASS GLASS GLASS.

[inmyothertights]

WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?

[team_sociopath]

I DID

DUDE I DON'T THINK I CAN GET BACK

[inmyothertights]

TRY RUNNING?

[team_sociopath]

NOTHING. JUST SLIPPERY GLASS.

[inmyothertights]

OH.

FUCK.

[team_sociopath]

WHAT DUCKS?