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Wow...It's coming down hard.
...I hope everyone's inside.
Has-- Has anyone seen a cane anywhere? It's, uh-- It's brown, and I think I dropped it when those things came and attacked everyone.
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and dose anyone kno where i can find 1 of those canes taht blind peple use?
[edited shortly after | voice]
So...I've put a supply list in the lobby of the Marshal Street apartments. Basically, you just...take a look, and write down anything you want or need, and if someone else sees something on the list, well, then--...they bring it back and let that person know.
[[ooc: Because I'm lame and I have no life, this is what the list looks like. Sam asked Sands how to spell everything except for the first thing on the list, because Sands would probably shoot him in the foot if he knew Sam was looking out for him. Or something :/ ]]
...Rabbits.
Okay...It m--
...That's-- I don't think rabbits are sup...posed....
S-..Sands? You still have your guns...right?
[quiet at first, and then a metallic clang. It goes silent again, and then another clang, this one a bit higher in pitch, followed by another one, lower. There's another pause, and then the clanging picks up again in the form of some kind of melody, all of it created by some sort of metal against metal.]
[[ooc: Because I did a fail job at describing what the hell is going on, direct yourself here if you haven't seen Benny & Joon and you need some sort of visual as to what Sam is doing (starting at 6:42). Also, Sam is hanging around Ingles Trail, by the Kitchen Supply Store if anyone wants to come bother him.]]
I, um--
Your glasses are clean. I left them on the stand next to the bed. Sorry.
[ooc: Saaands~ Sam left you more glassesss~ They're not as well kept as they look in the picture, though.]
[[ I just wanted an excuse to use this icon :| ]]
- Location:Apartment 103 - Marshal Street
It's...raining. Sort of.
Is this...normal?
cud yuo plees rite a let
[voice recording clicks on and Sam's voice is quiet.]
..letter. Letter. Um. One 'T'..? No, no. Two.
[buttons clicking slowly.]
'T'...'E'....'R'--
Oh. Uh. ...H-Hello?
Ah..I guess everyone calls you guys the Sneaky Group. So, um...Dear Sneaky Group.
Could you-- ...Do you think you could, um..write a letter? To my friend. Joon. And-- And her brother too. Benny. They're-- They're probably wondering where I am and Joon shouldn't really be alone, and Benny-- well he's probably going to try and throw me out when I get back home, so--
..So, could you just..let them know?
A-Also, who do I talk to about somewhere to stay. And, um, medical assistance?
.....off. how do i--
…
Um. J-..Joon? ...Benny? ...Ruthie?
......Mike?
Okay. This is...This is different. Am I—
Hm...Plenty of trees, at least...
--Joon?
[more footsteps, the sound of metal being tapped, followed by a few more, strangely melodious taps, and then the transmission ends]
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