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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!) ]
i'm sorry
are you even a feminist??
DON'T BE lol he's hilarious [1/3]
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i mean mr. detective just dumped a whole load of scary shit on us
there's a crazy kidnapper and murdered on the island!!
what if mr. martin just needs a distraction huh???
or maybe *i* do
i mean i was traveling with that diablo creep for days!!! ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡
who knows what could have happened??
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But bitch you do NOT get to jerk yourself off on nice people who have only ever helped you just so you can feel better.
I hope u know u make me really fucking sad sometimes. There's a lot of hurt and loneliness in you I think and you can't even see it. It's literally tragic.
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you don't have to pretend to be nice to me
i'm a little cunt, remember?
☆⌒(ゝ。∂)
[Not that he actually ever thought she was all that bad a person. Normal teen girl, maybe, but not actively malicious or dangerous. But he's gotta lean into the asshole brat persona, especially with this attempt at sincerity – it rubs him the wrong way, almost as bad as the time Kaito called him naive. He takes offense to anyone telling him what he can and can't see.]
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See that's what I mean.
You bring up this like legit terrifying thing that happened to you.
But then you pull back and act like an idiot when somebody asks you about it.
Like, I get it.
If you open up and someone hurts you, then what?
If you can start a bunch of drama pissing everybody off at you you don't have to face your own issues.
Am I right?
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see you're forgetting this one key detail
i'm a liarrr
i lie about terrifying stuff all the time!!
you really gotta learn to stop making a big deal out of it
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but we were totally besties, i wasn't worried at all lol
i think he had a soft spot for me
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A bad guy like that making you think he's your friend is totally worse!
At least if he's scary you see it coming.
If he lures you in and makes you think you're his friend it's going to hurt worse when he dicks you over.
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obviously that was a lie too
you're gonna have to work a lot harder if you're wanna act all understanding like you actually get me at all!!
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whatever you say.
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