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poly_chromatic2012-02-22 07:55 pm
never_very_good) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-02-22 07:55 pm
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[AUDIO | Sand City]
Fuck. Look, wha--
[A crack and roll of thunder drowns him out, the pattering of rain on sand turning into a persistent hammering as the wind changes, slightly. And over that, Frankie shouting unintelligibly against the storm.
Closer, now, an ugly, wet squish, and then Frankie again, breathing hard.]
Rain's not safe. Know we need the water, but... [A pause, and another squish, accompanied by a gritty crunching.] Fuck, these things...
[Maybe he meant to be more specific, but clearly squashing slugs is more important. The device cuts out.]
[ooc; backdated to earlier today (real time,) during the rain of slugs in Sand.]
Fuck. Look, wha--
[A crack and roll of thunder drowns him out, the pattering of rain on sand turning into a persistent hammering as the wind changes, slightly. And over that, Frankie shouting unintelligibly against the storm.
Closer, now, an ugly, wet squish, and then Frankie again, breathing hard.]
Rain's not safe. Know we need the water, but... [A pause, and another squish, accompanied by a gritty crunching.] Fuck, these things...
[Maybe he meant to be more specific, but clearly squashing slugs is more important. The device cuts out.]
[ooc; backdated to earlier today (real time,) during the rain of slugs in Sand.]
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