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[The feed flips on, revealing a dark gray that shifts around with the sounds of motion, although voices can be heard, one clearly agitated and just as obviously male, the other more hushed and female.
Note for ease of following: regular text is Richie, bolded text is Lua]
I don't like it here. There are people following me but I can't fucking see them, and I swear somebody grabbed me earlier. I've got marks, I can prove it. I'm going on record saying that there is something very fucked up going on here. And...don't tell me to go back to my room because there is something.in.it.
I can hear it breathing in the walls.
[There's a worried "tsk"ing sound, and when she speaks, it's with a little more shake in her voice than usual.] It follow you here?
...Maybe? I heard it for a while and then I couldn't anymore. You believe me, though. You heard it too? [Desperate for confirmation; he'll accept it if she says no, but he reeeeally needs her to say yes.]
...yeah. [She may just be trying to reassure him, or it might be the truth; either way it's as if she's trying to say as little as possible.]
Are you sure? I mean, you're not just saying that, you're serious. [The fact that she's not being overly verbose doesn't seem to encourage him very much; he's wheedling now, and the grey shifts with the sound of footsteps; he's pacing.]
[Her pitch shifts upward, and there's a rustle as if she's reached out to settle him down.] 'm serious, Richie.
...Okay. Good. [Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. The footsteps stop and there's a second rustle of fabric that's closer than the previous one, and more constant, like the originator can't keep still.]
D'you think I could stay here? Not for forever or anything, just...a few days. I don't trust what's in my room. Or what's out in the hallways.
[The start of a quick breath in, but she recovers.] ...you sure? [This Isn't All Right, to anyone who's less nervous and afraid.]
Safety in numbers? [So hopeful. Worse than not trusting nameless shadows in the corners is not trusting that you're right about them after you've seen them; he figures if he sticks around her he'll at least know for sure. Not to mention maybe they'll leave him alone finally.]
[She's fishing for some kind of excuse, surprised that he's serious. But she can't just tell him no, not after everything else she's done for him.] ...can't always be here. I work, remember?
So I'll stay here when you're at work. Or I can go with you; I won't cause any problems, I swear. [None that he can think of having at the moment, anyway. His tone is nothing but innocence, and his expression likely would match if it could be seen.]
...if you calm down a little, we'll go get your stuff. [It sounds like to her, that's only a small possibility, like he'll forget about it if she can distract him long enough.]
I AM calm. [And now he sounds vaguely offended.]
So that's a yes?
[A quiet noise that could be yes or no depending on what you want it to mean.]
[He's taking that as a yes. Now that he's gotten his way he's much less twitchy and much more tractable.] You think it's okay to go out there?
[A/N: in light of new Barge developments, Richie, in a rare moment of intelligent insight, has decided to attach himself to someone a bit more steady in the perception department than he is. In this case, Lua. Same rules as last post apply -- seeing as how Lua's there she may interrupt the posts without warning or prompting unless otherwise indicated since she is in fact there and it IS her room.]
[The feed flips on, revealing a dark gray that shifts around with the sounds of motion, although voices can be heard, one clearly agitated and just as obviously male, the other more hushed and female.
Note for ease of following: regular text is Richie, bolded text is Lua]
I don't like it here. There are people following me but I can't fucking see them, and I swear somebody grabbed me earlier. I've got marks, I can prove it. I'm going on record saying that there is something very fucked up going on here. And...don't tell me to go back to my room because there is something.in.it.
I can hear it breathing in the walls.
[There's a worried "tsk"ing sound, and when she speaks, it's with a little more shake in her voice than usual.] It follow you here?
...Maybe? I heard it for a while and then I couldn't anymore. You believe me, though. You heard it too? [Desperate for confirmation; he'll accept it if she says no, but he reeeeally needs her to say yes.]
...yeah. [She may just be trying to reassure him, or it might be the truth; either way it's as if she's trying to say as little as possible.]
Are you sure? I mean, you're not just saying that, you're serious. [The fact that she's not being overly verbose doesn't seem to encourage him very much; he's wheedling now, and the grey shifts with the sound of footsteps; he's pacing.]
[Her pitch shifts upward, and there's a rustle as if she's reached out to settle him down.] 'm serious, Richie.
...Okay. Good. [Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. The footsteps stop and there's a second rustle of fabric that's closer than the previous one, and more constant, like the originator can't keep still.]
D'you think I could stay here? Not for forever or anything, just...a few days. I don't trust what's in my room. Or what's out in the hallways.
[The start of a quick breath in, but she recovers.] ...you sure? [This Isn't All Right, to anyone who's less nervous and afraid.]
Safety in numbers? [So hopeful. Worse than not trusting nameless shadows in the corners is not trusting that you're right about them after you've seen them; he figures if he sticks around her he'll at least know for sure. Not to mention maybe they'll leave him alone finally.]
[She's fishing for some kind of excuse, surprised that he's serious. But she can't just tell him no, not after everything else she's done for him.] ...can't always be here. I work, remember?
So I'll stay here when you're at work. Or I can go with you; I won't cause any problems, I swear. [None that he can think of having at the moment, anyway. His tone is nothing but innocence, and his expression likely would match if it could be seen.]
...if you calm down a little, we'll go get your stuff. [It sounds like to her, that's only a small possibility, like he'll forget about it if she can distract him long enough.]
I AM calm. [And now he sounds vaguely offended.]
So that's a yes?
[A quiet noise that could be yes or no depending on what you want it to mean.]
[He's taking that as a yes. Now that he's gotten his way he's much less twitchy and much more tractable.] You think it's okay to go out there?
[A/N: in light of new Barge developments, Richie, in a rare moment of intelligent insight, has decided to attach himself to someone a bit more steady in the perception department than he is. In this case, Lua. Same rules as last post apply -- seeing as how Lua's there she may interrupt the posts without warning or prompting unless otherwise indicated since she is in fact there and it IS her room.]
