Fios a dhéanamh do dhuine

She came out west to find the sun; she lost her name but found a new one

Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken. And the violence caused such silence, who are we mistaken? Then you see, it's not me, it's not my family. In your head, in your head they are fighting, with their tanks and their bombs, and their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are crying...in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie? hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...another mother's breakin', heart is taking over. When the violence causes silence, we must be mistaken. It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. In your head, in your head they're still fighting, with their tanks and their bombs, and their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are dying...

18 October 2023 @ 12:23 am

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[There's the sound of a crash, and a crunch, and then buttonmashing]

Matt! I think this bloody thing broke! I'm tryin' to record me bleedin' message and...

Oh, I think...oh shite.

Uh. Hey. This is Eden. Leave one. If yeh want.

Matt how do I get this bloody thing to shut off?

[BEEP]

1 -> TEXTS
2 -> VOICEMAIL
3 -> PAGE

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16 November 2011 @ 02:08 pm

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I don't need any more fucking bread!

Oh, for fuck's sake, do you know how much bread is in me bloody freezer?

I don't even fucking know why, it was some shite I did back before, but that was three bloody years ago and -

No more bread.

....the Guinness, that shite can stay.

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10 November 2011 @ 03:53 pm

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I fucking swear there was shite I was supposed to do today. I never come to the lab without a good reason and there's paperwork but I fucking know that this isn't the only shite I was supposed to do.

And I'm not fucking drunk! So this shite isn't because I'm drunk, so don't fucking ask!

[She did forget to make breakfast for her roommates. And then she forgot to make lunch.]

I keep writing notes all over the fucking place and I can't remember anything.

[And it's entirely possible that she is also going to forget to eat and make dinner. And if you're in the hospital, she's forgetting to wear gloves while she handles sensitive and hazardous fluids]

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23 October 2011 @ 03:15 pm

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[There's a bed, and in the middle of the bed, there's a lump. The lump shifts and a shock of dark hair is shown, and then Eden yawns]

It's too bloody early.

[Bloody. Hmmm.]

And I'm fuckin' hungry.

[The lump moves around a bit and then Eden finally pokes her entire head out of the covers and looks at the clock]

Holy shite is it really already six? Did I just waste an entire fuckin' Sunday?

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05 October 2011 @ 02:31 pm

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If you're sick, do us all a fucking favor and stay home or go to the hospital. Don't wander about in a sick haze and get everyone else vomiting this shite.

If you come in, keep your fucking fluids to yourself.

Seriously, this is not a fucking drill.

If you're not sick, I'm going to say this.

Wash your fucking hands and stop touching your fucking face.

[Private to Frankie; hackable]

Don't go to work. Promise me.

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20 September 2011 @ 03:29 pm

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I was walkin' out of me flat to go to work and me foot slid through a bloody floorboard. Sliced me fuckin' leg to shite. Normally when people have more splinters than leg they stay home but I fuckin' work in a bleedin' hospital.

I think we need a new fuckin' flat.

[Yes they did move only like...six months ago! Surprise]

One where the floorboards don' fuckin' attack me.

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08 September 2011 @ 02:40 pm

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ATTENTION: THE BREAKFAST I MADE THIS MORNING CONTAINED TWO KINDS OF BREAD AND THREE KINDS OF MEAT.

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20 August 2011 @ 04:31 pm

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I've got another few minutes here, so I thought I'd share this beeeeeep amazin' number, yeah?

And in case yeh were outta the beeeeeep loop, this will round out this time. Listen up, skangers, I'm only playin' it once.

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10 August 2011 @ 02:13 pm

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I figure I've done enough layin' about the house lately, but it's odd comin' back, I needed time to get..back to this place.

Is it too much to wonder if me job at the hospital is still there? I don' even know if I could still do half the shite but I'll pick it back up quick, right? Otherwise I'm goin' to have to spend me days at the bar drinkin' away all of Frankie's money.

[Pause]

Because I'm guessin' this place still doesn' have need for a glorified messenger system.

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29 July 2011 @ 07:07 pm

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[There is the sound of sleep - heavy, slow breathing, and then someone moving. Eden is pressing her very cold nose against Frankie's neck.]

Mmm.

[More shifting.]

Damien, yeh stole the bloody covers again.

[A long pause, then a loud thunk!]

What the fuck kind of name is Damien?

[A woman's screech, and the audio cuts out.]

[ooc: Frankie is red text!]

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