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[starspangledhero]

[ Muffled, savage shouts? Lots of banging? Yes, America is trapped by the Reavers in the dead of night. He's breathing harshly, and if you care to notice, his breathing have a wet sound to it. ]

So. Good news. Found what I came here for.

[ A rattling sound resounds close to the communicator; it's obviously a pill bottle being shaken. ]

Bad news... well. Yeah.

[ He coughs. A louder bang and shout resounds, which is closely followed by a gunshot. America laughs, full of his usual confidence but somehow hollow. Maybe even a little scared. ]

Somehow, I think it'll be worse if these guys get to me than when Mexico did. I've got five rounds left. Twelve out there. And no way I'm wasting a bullet or a pill on getting outta this the easy way! [ Shouted at the Reavers, but you guys can still get an earful. ]

...All-in-all, pretty good odds in my favor! Be back at Marshall in about an hour.

[ No. He won't. A louder bang, and three successive shots before the audio buzzes out. Ten minutes will go by before he replies to anything. ]

Comments

[starspangledhero]

Story of my life!

Hooray. [ A little less enthusiastic than usual. ]

[dustedsunlight.livejournal.com]

That's not always a good thing.

Oh, America...

[starspangledhero]

Love me!

[dustedsunlight.livejournal.com]

... Well, it's a good thing I do, then.

[starspangledhero]

[ DJSAKLR;EWHAFLKVHASD;LRDEJWAKL;FAVS SO CUTE. AND EVEN WORSE BECAUSE HE MIGHT DIE. He won't, but he doesn't know that. ]

I love ya too, sweetie.

[ LAST WORDS OF A DADDY TO HIS DAUGHTER BAWWWWWW except not really. But he doesn't reply to anything for a long, long time. ]

[dustedsunlight.livejournal.com]

You're too kind.