Siren's Pull Contact

[classdismissed]

Unless you're telling me how to get out of here, don't bother. Unless I told you to call me.

... Which I won't, so yeah. A way out or fuck off.

Comments

text, monday late afternoon. No need to apologize ever

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

[Griffin hasn't really been looking at his NV today. He's been busy prancing around like a ballerina. He gets this text before reading the news.]

Re: text, monday late afternoon. No need to apologize ever

[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

They shot her in the head! Didnt u c the news?!

[call]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

[It takes almost a minute to fully sink in.

Griffin bolts upright. Shot Tifa? No, no, that can't have happened.]

Fuck!

[He's calling Joe now. He has to be screwing with Griffin. He has to be. Griffin's more than used to his people dying but something about a shooting strikes him as so mundane that it has to be fake. In this town, you're impaled or beheaded or eaten. You don't just get shot.]

[call]

[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

Hey.

I'm on my way back to the club right now. Sam's heading over.

I'm gonna hurt something. The first AGI person I see.