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Alex Kralie ([personal profile] 40410) wrote2010-08-10 09:01 pm

14 // audio // HAHAHAHADRUGSHAHAHA

[ Alex has tried and failed to find Sofia, and her room is a little more bee-filled for his trouble. His other options? Metal guy. Who knows where he lives? Sinclair. Armed. He'll be on his guard. No good, no good, where does he go?

The hunt for the murderer's still afoot, right? The spliced-up murderer. What might he leave lying around his room? Something bright? Something delicious? It's worth a shot.

He'll have to be careful. Not show his hand too soon. Might get thrown off the case.

So he leaves the video off.

...Because without the video there's no way to tell that he's different. Riiight. ]


Nao-to?

[ ...ESPECIALLY NOT if his voice is tense and a little bit singsong shut up. ]

Nao-to...?

((ooc: action tags are welcome; he's using a wall comm on the tenth floor.))

[audio]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he knows that voice and what he says next is urgent, it's important, and it's just this side of a threat - ]

Don't run away!

[audio]

[identity profile] 41810.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's quiet for a few moments.]

I'm not going anywhere.

What the hell have you done to yourself...?

[audio]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got it under control I just need to keep just take a bit more just a bit more just to keep me in one piece.

[ So there! ]

[audio]

[identity profile] 41810.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
...


I... can't...


I'll ..talk to you later.

[audio-->video]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I said don't run away!

[ Hey, guess who just whacked the comm' and accidentally activated a video feed? This sickly discoloured, veiny-eyed, blistery-faced, tumor-riddled guy! ]

[audio]

[identity profile] 41810.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[He jumps where he sits. He's shocked at what Alex has become.]

..Okay, okay, I'm here.

..God, what have you done to yourself?

[audio]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Good.

[ He grins triumphantly, and my don't those gums look scurveylicious? ]

People aren't running!

[ ...it's not clear who that was addressed to, but it may not have been J. ]

[audio]

[identity profile] 41810.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a good thing J's video isn't on, because he looks horrified.]

...That.. that's good..

[LOL VIDEO, RATHER.]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alex doesn't answer, because he's gotten distracted glancing around and then frowning quizzically at something low down and offscreen.

His eyes widen and he draws in a quick, sharp breath.

Then he runs, faster than it should be possible for a human to run, crashing through the door of the room immediately opposite the comm'. A second later, immediately to J's left, there is an explosion (http://40410.livejournal.com/4916.html?thread=290100#t290100).

The camera's knocked askew, but it keeps transmitting. ]

[audio]

[identity profile] 41810.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[J gets to see Sinclair follow Alex, gets to hear him talking, shouting, screaming - and gets to hear the shots. He gets to see the grenades, gets to see the businessman corner his old friend and shoot him down...

He feels sick.

After Sinclair walks away, blood all over him, J timidly calls out.]

...A-Alex...?

[video]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The door hangs open onto the corridor. The room beyond is strewn with rubble and splinters. There's blood tracked into the carpet, where Sinclair trod it around like it was soil.

Beyond even that, the bathroom door is open too.

No answer comes. ]

[audio]

[identity profile] 41810.livejournal.com 2010-08-12 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
O-oh, God, Alex...

[Excuse him, he's off to be sick.

And paranoid.

And scared.

Yeah, our friend J over there won't be sleeping tonight.]