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Audio. 03
[There's a long scuffle after the post switches on. Some heavy breathing may or may not be involved, the shifting of fabric- blankets, maybe?- across skin. Unfortunately for any voyeurs out there, it's not the sound of anything uncouth happening, but rather the grunts and scrapes of a struggle.]
-shit. [Definitely Ronan's voice, slightly far off. The audio goes muffled as something wraps over the speaker, before the phone of sorts gets tossed up, closer to his face.]
Fuck's sake. [It's on and it's near enough that he can talk into it. That's all that really matters. On the other hand...]
Hello? Look- if anyone can just- fuckin-
[He grunts again, half frustrated, half embarrassed.]
If you know where we live, come- give me a hand or whatever. Parrish lost his fucking mind and I can't- [a long creak, of wood and leather straining against one another] -ow, fuck.
-shit. [Definitely Ronan's voice, slightly far off. The audio goes muffled as something wraps over the speaker, before the phone of sorts gets tossed up, closer to his face.]
Fuck's sake. [It's on and it's near enough that he can talk into it. That's all that really matters. On the other hand...]
Hello? Look- if anyone can just- fuckin-
[He grunts again, half frustrated, half embarrassed.]
If you know where we live, come- give me a hand or whatever. Parrish lost his fucking mind and I can't- [a long creak, of wood and leather straining against one another] -ow, fuck.
[Private Audio]
[Not really. He grumbles.]
We're- at the little housing bend near the, uh, the old clinic. The stupid spiral there. Third on the left. Don't be an asshole about this.
Re: [Private Audio]
I don't know why you'd think i'd be an asshole about this.
[Then the sound of the door opening and closing]
I'll be there in a few minutes.