[voice]

Oct. 8th, 2011 09:56 pm
maddest: (cutie pie)
I loathe you all marginally less than I did in my last post.

Apologies if I seemed out of sorts!
maddest: (whatever shall we do)
[The device flicks on. Static.

Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]


What-

[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.

Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.

On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]


-why does it keep chirping, Emily?

[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]

[Video]

Feb. 20th, 2011 09:22 pm
maddest: (affection)
I'm out of sugar.

You just volunteered to help me scavenge some.

[Yes, you, whoever is listening.]

I'm looking at you in particular, nephew.
maddest: (:>)
I wonder how long this has to last before you all get twitchy?

[He muses, a tiny bit snide. Sun aside, Break hates the winter. He's in a bit of a mood- and lashing out at the PCD feed seems like a perfectly reasonable way to pass the time.]

[video]

Oct. 17th, 2010 06:21 pm
maddest: (evil dead)
[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.

It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.

Not a good day.]
maddest: (kevin)
[Finally, in the middle of the night, his voice floats over the PCD. He hasn't slept. He can't focus.]

How did I get this complacent? I've been- been just living here with you horrible people!

I have to get back to Emily-

[Kevin (because he's no longer Xerxes Break, not really) chokes on the name.]

Albus? Albus, can you hear me? If you're out there I'll do anything, please, just take me home. I have work to do and I don't have time. It's counting, I'm running out of time. Please, Albus.
maddest: (whatever shall we do)
[No staircases for Break.

He somehow goes ass over teakettle out of his open window, where he'd been sitting on the sill, landing in the soft garden outside with a rather surprised yell. The PCD in particular tumbles out of his hands, and lands in the grass, while Break lies on his back, blinking in shock.

That was unexpected.]


Really.

Really.
maddest: (fallen hat)
[There is no video feed this time. Just the grind and grit of gravel shifting, the dripping sounds of water and Break's laughter. His voice misses 'merry' by a long shot. He sounds like he might be going into shock.]

What lovely, lovely, lovely hospitality.

[Whispering conspiratorially to the device. Every breath he takes hitches, catching in his throat.]

Though I must say, I wasn't even offered tea.

[Breaking silence this soon is risky, but Break might be desperate. He has nowhere to go, and won't last out here like this.]

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