[40] how could hell be any worse?
Oct. 27th, 2010 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buildstherobots[Again. The hazmats got to him again.
It would have been ridiculous if it wasn't so unnerving. When he wakes up, in one piece but severely shaken from his second death at the things' hands, he takes a cursory look around the house. Everything is trashed, whole walls have been burned down... it's as if the house has been hollowed out. After checking to make sure the stove still works, he makes some tea to calm his frazzled nerves. After a while, he picks up the phone.]
[Filtered from drones, etc.]
If you see the Russian, give him up. I'm sick of dying.
[Filtered to people with CR with Dist. You know who you are.]
My... [He hesitates. The word is almost foreign on his tongue.] ...friends. They probably won't come back here; they've already trashed the place. If you can get here... you'll be safe.
[He knows it's an odd thing for him of all people to say, but he doesn't want to lose anyone else important to him. Even if death isn't permanent, that doesn't make him feel any better. And there's always the chance that this time, it'll be forever. He hasn't felt this helpless since the Professor died and he could do nothing to stop it. It's a feeling he was hoping to never feel again; this time, he can do something, before something terrible happens.
...More tea. Yes.]
It would have been ridiculous if it wasn't so unnerving. When he wakes up, in one piece but severely shaken from his second death at the things' hands, he takes a cursory look around the house. Everything is trashed, whole walls have been burned down... it's as if the house has been hollowed out. After checking to make sure the stove still works, he makes some tea to calm his frazzled nerves. After a while, he picks up the phone.]
[Filtered from drones, etc.]
If you see the Russian, give him up. I'm sick of dying.
[Filtered to people with CR with Dist. You know who you are.]
My... [He hesitates. The word is almost foreign on his tongue.] ...friends. They probably won't come back here; they've already trashed the place. If you can get here... you'll be safe.
[He knows it's an odd thing for him of all people to say, but he doesn't want to lose anyone else important to him. Even if death isn't permanent, that doesn't make him feel any better. And there's always the chance that this time, it'll be forever. He hasn't felt this helpless since the Professor died and he could do nothing to stop it. It's a feeling he was hoping to never feel again; this time, he can do something, before something terrible happens.
...More tea. Yes.]
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Date: 2010-10-28 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-28 05:56 am (UTC)[He runs his hand through his hair in frustration, balling his hand into a fist about halfway through.]
I hate them so much!
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Date: 2010-10-28 06:03 am (UTC)[His voice wavers a bit, but it's true, and he's too upset to do a little thing like pay attention to what he's saying.]
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Date: 2010-10-28 06:34 am (UTC)I won't leave Jolt alone.
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