Marisa Kirisame (
adropofjupiter) wrote2011-07-24 12:21 pm
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[Phone]
[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]
Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?
[1125 Taylor (action)]
[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.
[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]
[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]
Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?
[1125 Taylor (action)]
[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.
[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

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...I don't know what happened, Patchy. Her arm just, like, suddenly ripped off.
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And then she was screaming and there was blood everywhere and her arm was laying on the floor...
[she's getting that 'not okay' tone back in her voice]
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I recommend not touching anyone until we get to the bottom of this.
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I was pretty horrifying, ze. I don't, uh, handle dead bodies well. Wild youkai don't do that...
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Anything like this happen here before?
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Why isn't there a phone in my room? I don't want to be near... her - it - anymore. But I don't wanna hang up...
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[Hear the static on the line as Marisa grabs the whole phone and moves it as far as the cord lets her.]
...you still there?
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The cord stretches into the kitchen. Just enough that I can sit around the corner and not see... um... it.
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