hadriel | Code - 003 [Audio]

Fun fact: The last sound I heard before arriving in this place was the sound of myself plowing a van into a building. Well, actually I'm not sure I'll ever know if it was a building or something else unless I manage to get outta here. For all I know it coulda been another van.

But that's not important. Point is it was an awful sound. Sort of what I'd guess going through a blender would sound like. Crunching metal, screeching wheels. The whole lot.

[If you don't know Whistler, he likely sounds laid-back, calm. If you did know him, you would be able to tell his voice is tight. He's agitated. And the normal raspiness of his voice is exacerbated by the croaky-ness caused by little sleep]

I'd have thought it would rank up there with one of the worst sounds I'll ever get to hear in my lifetime but these mirror things-- the ones that are causing everyone so much trouble-- have beaten that shit by miles. Left it in the dust. You might think I'd get to sit this one out, given the whole 'can't see' thing, but apparently not. Sounds are my images and so it'd appear that the gods got creative. Right now nothing, not my table, my mirrors, even the damn pots and pans...none of them will shut up.

[And he doesn't want to go in to what he's hearing]

So. For a distraction, let me ask you all question: What's the last sound YOU remember hearing before you got your free ticket to Caves-ville?

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Big Apple Boy, huh? I come from the other side of the states myself, born and raised in the Bay.

[He sounds half-amused before the follow up question comes along]

I'd bet what I'm hearing doesn't really compare much to a lot of the stuff you guys are seeing.

[Welcome to his shit, he's going to dodge this as much as he can]

Why don't you tell me what you're seeing and we can compare notes.

[You just go ahead and try to dodge Harlan's persistent nosiness, Whistler!!]

Hm. Never been. San Francisco sounds alright, but I've never had much reason to leave the east coast.

[He shrugs, forgetting that there's like six reasons why Whistler can't actually see that happening. Enjoy your moment of dead air.]

I'm seeing the same bullshit everyone else is seeing: Some fucked up version of me getting up to some sick shit. [Is that what everyone else is seeing? It's not like he's asking.]

Your turn.

[Whistler sees what you did there. ~~Ba Dum Tish~~ ]

Fair enough. Never had much reason to go east

[He drops the comment off-handedly, buying himself time before having to address the fact that it is indeed 'his turn' ]

Depends on if you listen to the pots and pans, or to the mirrors, or to the table...some of them are prison, s'not the worst...others are gunshots and people dying. My friends.

[He swallows around a ball in his throat]

You gett the idea.

Edited 2017-09-01 01:24 (UTC)

Prison? [Now that's interesting.] You been to prison?

[Please tell him cool prison stories???]

Yeah, that's about par for the course, sounds like. Do you need help covering up reflective stuff at your place? [A beat.] Can you hear other people's mirrors?

No, well, at least not yet. I've cut it pretty close once or twice [or like 6 or 7 times but whatever]

[That second question gives him pause]

Honestly, I have no idea. I haven't tested that out yet.

[And he doesn't particularly want to, if he's going to be honest]

Damn. [Harlan's a little disappointed because he's an asshole. Go to prison so you can tell him cool prison stories, Whistler!!

...

Harlan isn't really into the thought of sharing his own mirror. That's been a whole time with Michael and Kyna already, but... Fuck, he's curious. And also unable to pick up on this particular bracket text.]

Do you want to?

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