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reefnet2023-09-14 08:32 pm
aluminumandash) wrote in reefnet2023-09-14 08:32 pm
Entry tags:
- assassin's creed: randvi,
- attack on titan: levi ackerman,
- blade runner: kd6-3.7 (crau),
- danganronpa v3: kokichi ouma,
- dr stone: ishigami senku,
- euphoria: maddy perez,
- homestuck: dirk strider,
- katekyo hitman reborn!: squalo superbi,
- magnus archives: martin blackwood,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- true detective: rustin cohle
RE419S | audio/text sent to everyone but DI481O | Night 23
[ Hours—several—after Q&A with the anonymous callsign's come to an end, Rust breaks his walkie silence for the first time since the storm. He sounds raspy-voiced but keyed up, intent. His drawl's more clipped than usual, but he doesn't rush. ]
Bout a week ago, the man who's been calling himself Officer Ben De Guzman pulled a gun on me, knocked me out when I fought back. He then cuffed me, took my shit, and up till today had me leading him around that fucking cabin to the Northeast. Ah, this included forcing me to help put together a bloody arrow, leave it out for the guy living there like some kind of a fucking love note.
His callsign's DI481O. [ He repeats it for good measure. ] Mid-forties, Mexican, six feet. Muscular build. He's got a mustache, a grey streak in his hair. He dies, he'll come back in jeans, a button-down workshirt, red bandana. He'll have sustained a gunshot wound to his left leg and he'll be limping. His gun'll have four rounds, but I don't think I gotta tell anyone how easy it is to pick up new weaponry around here.
Most of what he said on here was bullshit. As you mighta gathered.
His name's Eduardo Salamanca. He's cartel, top of the fucking food chain. Drug manufacture and distribution, wide-scale killing on his say-so. This is a powerful man used to getting his way. He's also— [ The merest pause, a huff of breath. ] obsessive. Vengeful. Prone to fixate on people he sees as having wronged him or diminished his status. Capable, too. Not a hunter, but he can survive alright on his own.
[ Another, longer pause. When he comes back some of the weariness from the past week bleeds into his voice. ] I'm gonna type all this up for you. Ah, anyone who can write it down, please do. Tell anyone you know who might not be on the walkie.
Um, I took a print of his boot—I'll see if I can't get that out there. Anyone who's talked to him recently, I'd like to hear from you. You think he might come after you, I'd like to hear about that too. I've also got some questions.
Whos hurt/how bad?
Anyone familiar with Salamanca's name?
Anyone turn up something from his world during the storm?
[ OOC: True to his word, Rust will painstakingly type up a text version of this, which will take him a good twenty minutes.
He will ALSO be monitoring Lalo's walkie for a conveniently unspecified period of time, so if you want your char to look shady, now's your chance! Reply here with a message for Lalo and Rust will intercept it. (Or ignore this if your char is too smart for such ploys!) ]
Bout a week ago, the man who's been calling himself Officer Ben De Guzman pulled a gun on me, knocked me out when I fought back. He then cuffed me, took my shit, and up till today had me leading him around that fucking cabin to the Northeast. Ah, this included forcing me to help put together a bloody arrow, leave it out for the guy living there like some kind of a fucking love note.
His callsign's DI481O. [ He repeats it for good measure. ] Mid-forties, Mexican, six feet. Muscular build. He's got a mustache, a grey streak in his hair. He dies, he'll come back in jeans, a button-down workshirt, red bandana. He'll have sustained a gunshot wound to his left leg and he'll be limping. His gun'll have four rounds, but I don't think I gotta tell anyone how easy it is to pick up new weaponry around here.
Most of what he said on here was bullshit. As you mighta gathered.
His name's Eduardo Salamanca. He's cartel, top of the fucking food chain. Drug manufacture and distribution, wide-scale killing on his say-so. This is a powerful man used to getting his way. He's also— [ The merest pause, a huff of breath. ] obsessive. Vengeful. Prone to fixate on people he sees as having wronged him or diminished his status. Capable, too. Not a hunter, but he can survive alright on his own.
[ Another, longer pause. When he comes back some of the weariness from the past week bleeds into his voice. ] I'm gonna type all this up for you. Ah, anyone who can write it down, please do. Tell anyone you know who might not be on the walkie.
Um, I took a print of his boot—I'll see if I can't get that out there. Anyone who's talked to him recently, I'd like to hear from you. You think he might come after you, I'd like to hear about that too. I've also got some questions.
Whos hurt/how bad?
Anyone familiar with Salamanca's name?
Anyone turn up something from his world during the storm?
[ OOC: True to his word, Rust will painstakingly type up a text version of this, which will take him a good twenty minutes.
He will ALSO be monitoring Lalo's walkie for a conveniently unspecified period of time, so if you want your char to look shady, now's your chance! Reply here with a message for Lalo and Rust will intercept it. (Or ignore this if your char is too smart for such ploys!) ]
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You can know when they tell you they love you?
When they show you they care with kindness, rather than angry words or jealousy.
Cuddling or kissing you, bringing you gifts, doing things for you and with you.
Just showing you gratitude when you do things for them.
Looking at you in a way they don't look at anyone else.
Making you laugh.
Remembering your birthday or dates that are important to you or your favorite color or flowers.
There are so many other ways for them to show they really care.
We've had a lot of excitement in our day-to-day lives lately.
So, we try to be the quiet in the storm for each other.
Learning new things about him, trying new things together.
Those are the things I'd love to do with him when things settle down.
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But Martin helped saved Maddy's life, so she's reluctant to tell him that she doesn't think the kind of relationship he's describing is possible for her, because of all the things that make her exhausting to be in a relationship with. She knows they exist for other people, but for her? There's something deeply and irrevocably wrong with her, a darkness in her. Something that can't be satiated by a nice boy. Maddy is sure of it.
But that's a lot to dump on someone who was nice enough to answer her question, especially when he's already helped her so much. It's not like it's Martin's problem that there's something wrong with Maddy. That's Maddy's own shit to deal with.
So she says back only: ]
hmmmmm
okay
thanks martin :)
i'll think about that
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Okay!
Thanks for asking.
I'm sure you'll find someone nice.
Just... probably not here.
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i mean u never know
like what if shawn mendes gets sent here?
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I don't think I know who that is.
A celebrity?
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lol he's like the hottest guy ever.
don't worry about it.
you're taken anyway.
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I'll take your word for it. :)