//Voice Post//
Dec. 1st, 2007 04:47 pm[There's noise, the sound of low rumbling and erratic groaning followed by slick feet on damp tiles. Static.]
Foster. Get your ass down here now.
[Hard breathing and a wet splatter.]
Station 6, mens room--FUCK! Don't make me kill you--
[End]
Foster. Get your ass down here now.
[Hard breathing and a wet splatter.]
Station 6, mens room--FUCK! Don't make me kill you--
[End]
//Apocalypse Nao//
Date: 2007-12-02 06:14 am (UTC)[Plainly, and he leaves it at that while already reaching for a cigarette. Then Cori smirks.]
Was it good for you?
//Apocalypse Nao//
Date: 2007-12-02 06:18 am (UTC)You're still the most obnoxious person I know. But thanks. For finding him.
//Apocalypse Nao//
Date: 2007-12-02 06:22 am (UTC)Fuck you too, Foster. Don't give him road rash.
[An upnod to the pair on the bike, even though Lee's comatose.]
//Apocalypse Nao//
Date: 2007-12-02 06:27 am (UTC)[A rev of the engine, and they're driving away, at a more reasonable speed than the one Tony pulled up with.]