(discedo) Playing Track Two [Accidental Voice Post with absolutely NO DIALOGUE]

[syncopath]

[audible noise-- a click, or the echoes of a loud crash-- as the communicator switches on. Perhaps it has been thrown?]

[several loud thuds, as if someone is pounding his fist on a table. This goes on for several seconds before there is sudden silence, punctuated by what sounds suspiciously like a sob, or a whimper, and then a smaller, but heavier, thud]

[another short pause, and then the sound of someone tapping against that table incessantly. Sort of a taptaptapTAP, taptaptapTAP, it sounds like. Honestly? It could go on forever.]

Comments

[syncopath]

In a manner of speaking, I suppose he did.

I hope he did

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm... Any information on what happened or will you just let this wash away with the sea?

[syncopath]

Someone on the Missing

He was my

It is no longer important. He is no longer important.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

One lie is more interesting than a thousand truths. ♥

[syncopath]

And yet sometimes the truth can be much more powerful-- much more useful-- than a lie.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

But not as fun. ♥

[syncopath]

I suppose it really depends on the context.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

Indeed.