-8- [Voice]

[exercisethemind]

Who moved it? Who touched it? It was right there! I...What is going on?

[A long, slow, intake of breath.]

Someone has been in my room. ARTHUR...who has done it? Who has been there? What have you done? What kind of warden are you? Aren't you supposed to stop this kind of stuff?

[Another pause before the sound of a crash.]

[Private to Paddy]

I tried...

[ooc: No, nothing's been taken. Pollux just thinks it is and is having a minor paranoid flip out because he's stressed out, and hasn't been taking his medications.]]

Comments

private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...He fucking refused?


[heavily, and angrily crossed out] FUCKFUCKFUCK.

Right. Ta for fucking giving it a shot, kid.



fuck

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Get your drugs somewhere else.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

There is nowhere-fucking-else.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Well, you're not going to get them from me anymore. I don't think he's going to let me have anything else.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Ah, fuck.

Fucking hell.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Yeah...sure.

[toldastory]

Pollux, are you all right?

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

No.

Go away. You know who did it.

[toldastory]

...What?

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

You...you...you had to! I know you did.

Voice // sounding genuinely a bit worried

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Starling..

Voice

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Go away.

Voice // Private

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

I know what it's like to feel as though.. your space has been violated. It's an extremely unsettling thing indeed.

Voice // Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I don't care. You...you probably did it! Yes! It was you.

Voice // Private

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

What'd I do?

[i-cantakeit.livejournal.com]

Hello? Are you okay?

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

No...I am not. If I was, I wouldn't be missing anything!

[i-cantakeit.livejournal.com]

What are you missing?

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

My...my box!

[i-cantakeit.livejournal.com]

Your box, okay. Tell me, when did you last have it?

Voice.

[acrotomophile]

Hey, come on. At least no one tortured you this week.

[And, yeah, his voice is pretty hoarse and croaky.]

Voice

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

That does not make it better.

Voice

[acrotomophile]

Want to trade? You can get tortured and I'll get something stolen. Really, I promise it'll be hypothetically good for you.

Voice

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

You...were tortured? I just thought that...

Well, no.

Why?

It doesn't matter!

Voice

[acrotomophile]

Mouthed off to the wrong guy. Not that it'll stop me next time.