Game 013 [Voice/Action] - "Triumphant" Return

[neverplaysfair]

[ The feed cuts in to the sound of coughing, and a very soft ] dammit [ before Joshua speaks into the journal, his voice somewhat hoarse and higher-pitched than usual. ]

Hanekoma, come get me. [ Mostly he just sounds exhausted. ]


[ Josh is sitting against a tree on the edge of the forest, staring at the mountains off in the distance, his journal in his lap. He looks younger... 10, maybe 12 at the oldest. He's covered in burn marks and bruises, and his clothes are completely ruffled and smattered with blood stains, not to mention a bit oversized due to him not being his usual stature. There's blood-stained bandages on his arms, and more hidden beneath his clothes. In other words, he's in bad shape.

Not to mention shivering. It's cold and snowing, and he's not dressed for the weather. ]

Comments

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[neverplaysfair]

[ Rather unfazed by that. Siiip~ ]

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[nattocat.livejournal.com]

[ Aaand he's back a moment later! Shirtless, too, now that he's put the bit of clothing to better use; the shirt's wrapped around a bundle he's holding. Hey, he said there wouldn't be fingerprints. ]

Safe and sound.

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[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua gives a soft chuckle to himself as he looks Hanekoma over. Entirely to himself: ] Too bad.

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[nattocat.livejournal.com]

[ Joshua are you checking him out, don't do that. :| Just gonna push the bundle towards him, then. ]

Too bad?

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[neverplaysfair]

Guess you're just lucky today. [ He takes the bundle, and that's not a sigh of relief as he unfolds it to find his gun, really. ]

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[nattocat.livejournal.com]

What, you were gonna shoot me if I touched the thing?

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[neverplaysfair]

That too. [ He sets the gun in his lap, and after a moment, hands the shirt back. ]