*Dragging himself along, Alex peers through the thick smoke at the source of all the noise, hiding himself behind a small mound of trash fallen from Seven until he sees that the people he's been hearing look like unfortunate denizens like him, and calls out from behind the trash heap*
Greetings, brothers; a baddiwad situation thou seem to be in.
*Having not spoken in a long stretch of time, the vibrations irritate the insects in his chest cavity and Alex spends a minute gagging on the irritated bees crawling up and down his throat*
Yours truly is in similarly dire predicaments.
*He gestures to his left arm hanging limply at his side, what he's sure is dislocated at the very least*
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Date: 2009-12-08 06:03 am (UTC)Greetings, brothers; a baddiwad situation thou seem to be in.
*Having not spoken in a long stretch of time, the vibrations irritate the insects in his chest cavity and Alex spends a minute gagging on the irritated bees crawling up and down his throat*
Yours truly is in similarly dire predicaments.
*He gestures to his left arm hanging limply at his side, what he's sure is dislocated at the very least*