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[lacksgrace]

[ Time for another lovely PA post from Tranquility's resident insensitive jerk. Except, this time, the video isn't as focused as normal; it bounces a little with each step he takes and only shows glimpses of green. The thick, pretty dense parts of the Oxygen Garden. ]

I keep saying it over and over, and I don't think people are getting the idea yet. [ A huff. ] No one has it easy--I understand that. Every jump brings a new group of people here, and it's the same boring shit.

I don't wanna be here. I wanna go home. This place is dangerous. Maybe it is, yeah. But has anyone ever considered actually trying to make it work instead of just, I dunno. Looking for a way to leave?

[ The aggravation isn't wearing off this time. He's had a bad jump, and when he sets his device aside, tucked somewhere up in a tree so he can look into it, his face is pretty pale. Bells seems anxious, unsure. He bites at his lip. ]

I mean, it's not the worst place. Right? There are things, people worth needing to be here for. And what if - [ He visibly swallows, looking down at something he's holding in his hands. ] - what if you're pretty damn sure home doesn't wanna have you back anyway? The message is kinda clear when someone you thought who'd never, fuck. Someone who you figured would never say something like that to you has said what they think without even being here.

[ Rambling now, and his fingers tremble as he lifts the gun into view. It hangs limply for a second, then he curls his hand around it. Tight enough so that his knuckles are white with the pressure. Bells steps closer to the device, snatching it and bringing it close to his face. The barrel, now, is pressed hard beneath his jaw.]

None of you have any fucking idea. This isn't the worst it could be.

[ He drops the device, and just as the video is cut, the sound of the gun discharging can be heard. ]

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[showbizpanache]

[A shriek.]

Bells? Bells-- Answer me, please? Are you there? Please answer, please, please--

[He's holding the video close to his face, which is drained of what little color it usually has. He's clearly hyperventilating.]

[lacksgrace]

[ There's a bit of static when he finally does answer, but it's focused nowhere on his person. His voice is strained. ]

Kurt—

[showbizpanache]

[His voice is shrill and cracking.]

What's going on? What happened? Are you hurt? Let me see you--

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[backstabbing]

Well now he won't be going anywhere with an attitude like that.

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[lacksgrace]

Who the fuck-- I'm still here. [ His breathing is pretty ragged though. ]

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[backstabbing]

[eyebrow raise she looks so nonchalant and unfazed.]

Oh are you? Good.

And here I was worried there'd be a mess somewhere out in the gardens.

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[hawkethisnthat]

[Oh Isabela, don't ever try to one-up Hawke on inappropriate comments.]

Being bored is one thing, but honestly. I don't suppose one can be jailed here for being overdramatic?

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[backstabbing]

If that were the case we'd have to lock up each and every Orlesian that might potentially pop up here.

[A PAUSE]

Or Anders.

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[lacksgrace]

I didn't do anything wrong.

[mikelo]

[Fear isn't something Mikelo allows to rule him. There certainly have been numerous times in the past where he came face to face with it, but he wouldn't have made it anywhere if he let it take over.

Fear over someone else, however, is a touch new, and he's unsure what to do.

(Bells, he can't—)

Not knowing what else to do, Mikelo brings the tips of both pinkies to his lips, and blows, letting out one loud and high whistle.]

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[lacksgrace]

[ There's a slight cough a little while later, voice tired and expression worn. ]

I didn't know you could do that.

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[mikelo]

[Relief floods his expression, although he's still concerned. Maybe even angry. Faster than writing, Mikelo opts to type.]

It helps when I need to get someones attention.

What the hell were you doing?

untraceable transmission.

[blunted]

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[lacksgrace]

Excuse me? I don't have time for this.

[blunted]

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[puppydogeyes]

You're not the only one.
Maybe if you'd bothered asking before you pulled this bullshit, you'd know that.

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[lacksgrace]

I've asked plenty of times. [ More like complained. ] Don't worry about it though. The only thing that got messed up was some damn tree.

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[puppydogeyes]

Worrying about it is my job. I'm gonna need to ask you for that gun.

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[chaineddog]

Death ain't the worst thing that could happen either.

[Heine isn't exactly moved or affected by what he's doing, but he's tried killing himself enough times before. He knows the feel of death and it's a lot sweeter than the life he's living.]

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[lacksgrace]

I'm pretty sure I know that. I've been there already. I just-- [ He takes a few seconds to breathe, trying to work out his nerves. ] I needed to do something.

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[chaineddog]

[There's a sigh on Heine's end not that he could hear it.]

Trying to kill yourself over the network was that 'something' then? I've heard of some fucked up ideas but...

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[redhotsummers]

What the fuck are you doing.

[Alex doesn't need this--why the fuck do all the people he cares about do shit like this!]

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[lacksgrace]

putting holes in

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[nothlit]

[Tobias isn't sure what to think of think, isn't even sure it's his place to say something- but he knows what that despondence feels like. he can also see that, despite the gun going off, he's not dead- judging from the responses.]

What's up?

[lacksgrace]

You're really gonna ask me that? [ He pauses. ] Nothing's up.