Grell Sutcliffe (
deadlyjuliet) wrote2012-06-28 04:13 pm
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♥ 4 [audio]
Looking back on this month, you are all absolutely terrible at staying alive. For people who have such short lives anyway, you certainly do like to throw them away with abandon, don't you?
[She flips through the pages of a different book, humming to herself disapprovingly.]
Look at all these names. It's shameful, really. You're all powered up like electric lights in a world of gas lamps and you can't even keep yourself glowing?
Come now, Luceti. I was hoping for better than this.
[With her chiding over, she snaps the unseen book closed and the soft thump of the leather covers can be heard over the microphone.]
Speaking of, William has been returned home. I can't believe he left without me, but I suppose that coldness is what I love about him. [sigh] Just thought you should all know. Ta-ta.
[She flips through the pages of a different book, humming to herself disapprovingly.]
Look at all these names. It's shameful, really. You're all powered up like electric lights in a world of gas lamps and you can't even keep yourself glowing?
Come now, Luceti. I was hoping for better than this.
[With her chiding over, she snaps the unseen book closed and the soft thump of the leather covers can be heard over the microphone.]
Speaking of, William has been returned home. I can't believe he left without me, but I suppose that coldness is what I love about him. [sigh] Just thought you should all know. Ta-ta.
[Voice]
And really, he couldn't have stopped himself from responding if he'd tried.]
Oi, shut your stupid mouth--there's nothing shameful about people here losing their lives when they've given their all to live... Treat death with some dignity and stop acting so high and mighty!
[Asshole. It's not like they wanted to die. Nobody who died wanted to; could help it...]
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[The sound of paper being rustled and shuffled through can be heard and a tap of a pen hitting a small sheaf of them.]
Well, that would explain so much. It's not that I don't respect them, darling, I just wish they wouldn't die so quickly. It's terrible [--ly inconvenient] and a waste.
[Voice]
[He squints, confused at the rustling. It's just paper. What does that have to do with anything?]
What's that supposed to be?
[Voice]
[A clack as she closes the leather bound folder.]
A cause for your acidity, my dear. Don't worry. These secrets stay with me.
[Voice]
There's plenty of reason for ac--whatever that is. S'not your language that's annoying.