☠ 05 | voice

[solarflaring]

A couple of things.

First, I haven't heard him yelling anywhere so. Anyone seen Gokudera around? 'Cause he left some papers and. Yeah, need to talk to him.



Second... Ginny said this is a day when people from anywhere show up for a couple of days. Sooo... If there's anyone from home, uh. Contact me on this thing.

[meanwhile, Jim's out and about around the Square watching people.

... Soooo many people. He'll just take this seat here at the fountain, yep.]


[ooc; it's 4th wall! Bring him anyone, do your worst. Action or network tags are totally cool o7]

Comments

...YEAH OKAY BUT STILL

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

Augh--

8Db

[spiderpsycho.livejournal.com]

Do you know what I find funny, cabin boy?

[His grip tightens as he lifts him higher, turning his elbow out to glare at Jim eye-to-eye.]

How nonchalant a killer can manage to seem. Though, you didn't succeed when you tried to murder me, otherwise, well.

[Another sickening laugh.]

We wouldn't be having this little chat, now, would we?

8(

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

What-- WHAT.



I didn't-- I never did that!

[spiderpsycho.livejournal.com]

Don't you try to lie to me, boy, you and I both know what you did, and there's no one else here to show off for.

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

But I didn't! Last time I saw the ship was months ago and everyone was still completely alive and okay. I haven't done anything!

[spiderpsycho.livejournal.com]

[He makes a clicking sound with his mandibles, a kind of creepy, insect-like "tut, tut, tut." Scroop sees how he can put this to his advantage.]

You must have hit your head, Hawkinsss. Or maybe killing two people messssed with your mind a bit too much? Some people, the guiltiest, can't handle that kind of... pressure.

[He squeezes his claws tighter around Jim's throat, meaning to choke him.]

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

Dunno-- What you're talking about. I never-- did anything like th-that.

[spiderpsycho.livejournal.com]

[Scroop releases him very suddenly, letting him drop before catching him by his shirt again and lifting him up higher than before.]

How can you be sure? Your little guilt-addled brain doesn't know what to think.