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thecrowingtobe[All Text messages, Emails, Notes, and recorded Holos can be sent to this box. Please post here only through IC means in order to get a hold of Claudio for private or personal reasons. Thank you.]
[This is a connection directly to his NetVice. If he is busy on the other line it will ring four times before going to a phone message. Otherwise it works much like Network recordings and videos]
[If you get his voice mail it will simply say:]
This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.
[This is a connection directly to his NetVice. If he is busy on the other line it will ring four times before going to a phone message. Otherwise it works much like Network recordings and videos]
[If you get his voice mail it will simply say:]
This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.
[Audio]
Date: 2011-01-01 03:56 am (UTC)What did you think we got lectured about in Super Hero Boot camp? How to tie our fucking shoes?
Claudio, if you guys get in a fight, unless this chick is fucking badass, you're probably screwed.
[Audio]
Date: 2011-01-01 04:04 am (UTC)[Audio]....1/?
Date: 2011-01-01 04:25 am (UTC)....Great.
And he has no idea where the guy is, so he can't even skip out of work to track him down.
...Fuck.]
[Call] 2/?
Date: 2011-01-01 04:26 am (UTC)....So he hangs up.]
[Voicemail] 3/?
Date: 2011-01-01 04:36 am (UTC)...Are you fucking serious?
Really? The fuck is wrong with you! You-[There is an irritated scoffing sound.]
Fine. Fuck you, too.
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 04:40 am (UTC)....Someone is in a really awful mood. Not going to say who, but it is Trauma. ]
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 04:52 am (UTC)[He felt really... pissed off again. Damn it he had cooled his temper SO well to, but now this? Fuck, just....] ARG! [He yelled, slumping over, hands in his pockets and walking on.]
[Coming to the apartment he just walked up the steps, taking time, and slipped through the apartment, eyes looking for the other if he was there, and just to make his presence known... he chucked his NV to the table and moved to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:10 am (UTC)And the death of someone he knows with his best friend out in the search party for the killer?...Uh. Yeah. No.
He's in the living room and was ignoring the universe with his nose in a book and jumps and looks up at the sudden sound. He's used to it by now, but still. That was fucking loud.
He hides the jump and glares in the general direction of the sound, waiting to see if Claudio is going to talk at all.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:15 am (UTC)Checking in, Dad. [It was muttered, flicking another shoe at the spot he always left em, and.... feeling at a loss of what to say or do. Fuck, he HATES this feeling, but now that he's here he's feeling butt burned again] ...
[action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:24 am (UTC)...Find anything?
[action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:27 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:34 am (UTC)[He continues to stare down at the book. He's....not turning the pages and his shoulders look tense as fuck. He's clearly not speaking because he's not willing to do so, not because he has nothing to say.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:39 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 05:52 am (UTC)...Right.
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 06:01 am (UTC)[Chuckled the bottle at him as he let out a great:] Fine! Read your damn book and be pissed. Fuck it. Okay? What do you want me to say?!
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 06:14 am (UTC)He knows he was being an asshole but what the fuck?]
What the FUCK, Claudio!
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 06:17 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 06:24 am (UTC)What. Do you want me to need some kind of fucking apology? That going to make you feel better? What?!
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 06:38 am (UTC)No! You know what? Maybe I wan't an apology! What the hell was with you last night?! You got zero faith that I can take care of myself?! You're like my fuckin' father! Did you really think telling me how I'm going to fucking fail was going to help? [There was a small push at the boys upper shoulder as he growled out, rather annoyed still] Fuck you and that call! I knew what I was doing!I didn't need to be second guessing myself thanks to you!
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 07:01 am (UTC)You think I'm not going to tell you when you're doing something I think is a dumb fucking idea.
[And here's where it goes smug and a little vicious cause he's just that fucking annoyed right now.]
If you didn't think it was a dumb idea too whatever I said wouldn't fucking matter.
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 07:17 am (UTC)[Yelled at the same time as his fist moved forward, a staggering hit that could be blocked, but hey.... can you feel the emotion in this.] Just shut up! You. Don't. GET IT!
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 07:54 am (UTC)Fuck training. It was all bull. Sometimes people just didn't have the sense god gave a fucking squirrel or some shit and honestly missed that kind of thing.
Yeah, getting decked in the face was officially the 'highlight' of his night...day...what the fuck ever time it was, and hurt like fucking hell.]
FUCK! [After the fact, he has the damn sense to cover his nose with one hand while the other is up like he's expecting to block something else.]
What the fucking HE-FUCK.
[Past the pain he hasn't exactly registered if he's bleeding or not, and doesn't really care to check at the moment, because something's snarling in the back of his head and the snarl's back on his face, and he's pretty sure any time now that the color is going to go funny and gray around him. Fuck. All of this. Shit.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 08:10 am (UTC)[He didn't pay attention, and he didn't care of Trauma went Nightmare on him or anyone around. He didn't give it much time either. He had hit him, and the shock of that set in a moment later.... but he was still moving. He took hold of the boys shirt, at his shoulders, and yanked, then pushed him down, dropping his back hard to the ground, and scrambled on top of him, crouched over, fists balled up in the boys shirt on his shoulders and shoved again, yelling down at him now.]
[Yes... he's a 16 year old boy on his own and a world he left behind on his shoulders. And fuck, Trauma you pissed him off] You Fucking don't get it! You of all people should get it! Why you of all people?! You fuckin'-- why?!
[He shoved again, and yeah, that was really emotion filled, cus he feels back for losing his temper again, and that damn voice in the back of his head was telling him to knock it off again, and to cool off, but he couldn't walk off could he? His voice cracked in the yell, cracked and squeaked for being yelled through a too tight throat] Fuck!
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 08:43 am (UTC)Let GO! Cl- [Smacking into the floor again isn't as bad when you're already on the floor. But it's kind of distracting and sentence stopping. Just a little. It was already hard enough to talk in the first place, first attempt coming out as a wheeze before words came out at all. Trauma can get that he really probably should have attempted a different angle than 'complete asshole', but there's a point where it's not just him, and he's pretty sure he can't be this big a je-
...
Well, he's been worse before and not gotten smacked into the floor. In a very distant way he rationalizes this, like he's dealing with something miles away instead of his best friend apparently deciding to try and give him a concussion for jerkass behavior or something.]
FUCK YOU you fucking-! What the fuck don't I GET! The fuck is even-SHIT.
[He responds by shouting back at him, all anger, and voice going between warped and wrong, and just plain weak from not having the breath to put behind it again yet. Trauma continues to try and get Claudio to let the fuck go, now with more strength behind it as his brain catches up because believe it or not, it kind of really fucking hurts when you have most of someone's weight concentrated on your shoulders that have been smacked into the floor a few too many times. A lot, actually.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-01-01 09:19 am (UTC)[His eyes snapped open, dark narrowed, glaring down into the boys face. Can you tell he's hurt? Yeah] I was screwed? Screwed if she wasn't badass? SERIOUSLY? That was the LAST thing I needed to hear! Fuck you! You can't act like my father! It's not fair! I don't need to hear him and you too! [This? This was accented with a punch, but it came in along beside the boys head, denting the floor and.... being used to shove himself off Trauma, scrambling back, away, dropping on his ass a few feet back, and ramming the palm of his hand into his eyes, rubbing, glaring, and looking really very displeased with everything.]
[What made it worse was he felt bad for hitting Trauma]
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From:[Action] I think you were at 40 comments before this thread.
From:[Action] and mostly all you and me, haha
From:[Action] Dunno if you noticed ...But we rp together a lot :|
From:[Action] Really? Must of slipped by me, i never noticed.
From:[Action] I know, I only just realized it myself. :|||||
From:[Action] We must be slow.
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