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tushanshu2014-02-11 01:27 am
beardedflannel) wrote in tushanshu2014-02-11 01:27 am
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[ How long has it been since he last sat at a working computer? Twenty some odd years now? Joel stares down at the keyboard. It shouldn't be that hard to get working, he knows there's a power button somewhere on the damn thing.
The last thing he remembers using was his cell phone, even then his memory is hazy on the brand and size. He almost doesn't remember what it had looked like, what he'd had on it or the list of its contacts.
Dammit--focus. Gotta find her. Figure out what the hell is goin' on.
A deep breath.
The device is powered up, and it takes a solid minute for the screen to show up, his eyes roaming over the icons on the screen as if trying to remember what is what. There's got to be some way he can use this to get in touch with someone - anyone. With her. If she's even here, he reminds himself. Which seems impossible given what he last remembers happening before blacking out. ]
This on? [ Joel wonders where the microphone is, but what does it matter. He should be able to speak and it should pick up his voice no problem. ] Am I gettin' through here to anyone?
[ Fuck it. ]
Look- [ Heaves out a heavy and impatient sigh. On edge. Old nerves wrought with anxiety he's trying real hard to keep bottled in. ] -I'm lookin' for a young girl. Just over five feet, has a scar on her right brow, brown-red hair in a ponytail, sorta past her shoulders. She'll be wearin' a faded jacket and a gray shirt with a backpack on her back. [ Or was last he'd been with her. ]
She's got one helluva mouth on her too, you can't - Christ--you can't miss her.
[ Like hell will he mention her name on a network of strangers, though, even if it would benefit him more in the end than anything else.
Joel tries to keep his voice steady; he can't afford to break apart on some foreign network. To strangers. Keep it together, keep it together. But if someone tells him they haven't seen her--he might just slip up and lose it. ]
If she's here - then where?
The last thing he remembers using was his cell phone, even then his memory is hazy on the brand and size. He almost doesn't remember what it had looked like, what he'd had on it or the list of its contacts.
Dammit--focus. Gotta find her. Figure out what the hell is goin' on.
A deep breath.
The device is powered up, and it takes a solid minute for the screen to show up, his eyes roaming over the icons on the screen as if trying to remember what is what. There's got to be some way he can use this to get in touch with someone - anyone. With her. If she's even here, he reminds himself. Which seems impossible given what he last remembers happening before blacking out. ]
This on? [ Joel wonders where the microphone is, but what does it matter. He should be able to speak and it should pick up his voice no problem. ] Am I gettin' through here to anyone?
[ Fuck it. ]
Look- [ Heaves out a heavy and impatient sigh. On edge. Old nerves wrought with anxiety he's trying real hard to keep bottled in. ] -I'm lookin' for a young girl. Just over five feet, has a scar on her right brow, brown-red hair in a ponytail, sorta past her shoulders. She'll be wearin' a faded jacket and a gray shirt with a backpack on her back. [ Or was last he'd been with her. ]
She's got one helluva mouth on her too, you can't - Christ--you can't miss her.
[ Like hell will he mention her name on a network of strangers, though, even if it would benefit him more in the end than anything else.
Joel tries to keep his voice steady; he can't afford to break apart on some foreign network. To strangers. Keep it together, keep it together. But if someone tells him they haven't seen her--he might just slip up and lose it. ]
If she's here - then where?
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It's probably a good thing that video isn't enabled, he's sitting there staring with unblinking eyes at the otherwise blank desktop screen. His elbows go to rest on the desk, hands lifting to cover over his mouth and nose, drag up to completely cover his face and then drag down. ]
Jesus - [ It's a muffled mutter behind his hands.
On one hand Joel's relieved to hear that Ellie's there, that she's safe. And then on the other he's stunned and at a loss at hearing a ghost. ]
--Tess?
[ He's so unsure, so hesitant and afraid. Disbelieving. He remembers the Capitol building. Boston. Leaving her behind.
What the fuck is wrong with this place? ]
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Nevermind how much Tess aches to see his face again, herself.]
The one and only. [The lighthearted tone drops, somewhat, though, and she sighs.] Trust me, I don't get it either. But I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm - healthy.
[Not infected.]
Where are you? I can't do this crap on the network.
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Instead he had left her to deal with it all on her own. Left her to die alone.
Joel's mouth is dry, he has to take a moment to work the glands to produce saliva, to get his tongue and lips wet again while his mind wracks itself for how to properly form words. ]
I... I don't know. Building said something 'bout 3B? [ If that rings any bells. ] And Earth.
[ Does that mean she's coming to him? Are they meeting? Will he be put face to face with one of the few ghosts that haunts him at night? ]
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That's really close to me. I'll be there in five.
[Yes, she's going to do exactly that - god, he's so close, he's just around the corner from her practically. This needs to happen in person - things she just can't explain on the network.]
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