(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

[Voice]

[syncopath]

[a bitter, mirthless little chuckle]

No. I am not dead. death would be infinitely preferable

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

I bet the cute little animals could fix that for you!

[syncopath]

I have yet to see anything "cute" or "little" in this place.

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess they're not 'little.' Some of them are pretty big. But they're still everywhere.

[syncopath]

Are you seriously suggesting I off myself?

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Well, you said you'd like death better.

But, I guess you can't really die for good here.

[syncopath]

You appear to be a terribly morbid and/or literal sort of person.

Here or anywhere. Who's to live long enough to say whether death ever really "sticks"?

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Death sticks if like, you don't get back up. And you're dead. And stuff. Forever and ever.

But here, you do get back up. And you keep getting back up. At least, that's what people have told me.

[syncopath]

My philosophical point has gotten a little lost with you, I think.

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Yup!

[syncopath]

Hm. At least you're happy about it!