|Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (wickedwicker) wrote in bellumletale,|
@ 2010-05-27 00:03:00
|Entry tags:||dr. watson, javert, john seward, plot: forums only, sleeping beauty, van helsing, wicked witch|
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[Some rustling is heard, a bit of harried scratching in the background. There's a bit of uneven breathing, and finally a female voice.] Hello? Is this on? Shit, I don't even know if I have a microphone. [The sound falls out for a moment before coming back, unsteady.] Okay. Okay, I think I found something that looks like a microphone. I think.
Whatever. Look, am I the only one that is suddenly trapped? I can't open my door or window, and I'm not sure if this is just some prank my friend is pulling or- [A loud pounding is heard in the background, followed by the sound of a chair being pushed back.] Just a sec, some asshole's making noise. [The female voice gets a bit softer, suggesting that the woman has moved away from the microphone.] What the fuck is going on in there? Luther?
[the voice is a near bark] OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW. WHY IS IT THAT EVERY DOOR HERE IS LOCKED?
[there is more banging, a mutter which can't quite be made out]
I don't know! [The sound of a doorknob being jiggled is heard, and the female voice raises in pitch.] Is this Javert?
[a tad irritable] Inspector Javert. [pause, as the doorknob is jiggled again] Who are you?
[There's a laborious sigh, and the slam of a palm against a door.] It won't budge, don't break my damn door! I'm Joanie, you're in my apartment. Just sit down and don't touch anything until we figure out what's going on, okay?
Joanie who? [suspicious]
Are you fucking serious? Are you really serious? I'm locked in my bedroom with no way of getting out, and you're suspicious of me? What am I gonna do to you? I'm trapped.
[there's a mutter of merde, before a warning] Step back.
[barely any warning before gunshots; four to be precise]
[There's a scream, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. The female voice returns, shriller than before and hot with anger.] WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU JUST. SHOT. MY. DOOR. YOU COULD HAVE TURNED ME INTO SWISS CHEESE, YOU PSYCHOTIC ASSHOLE! [There's the sound of a door being kicked, and a few hissed curse words.]
Shut up. [there's the click of machinery as it's reloaded and then a pause.] Nothing? That's impossible -
[more shooting, around the room - not aimed at the door, though there’s the sound of a shrill scream during the gunfire.]
[In the aftermath of the gunshots, there’s a terse silence before things begin to shuffle. There’s the sound of panicked breathing, and the female voice returns.] Holy shit. Holy. Shit. Fuck. Okay, so good news – apparently the walls are bulletproof. And they better be DAMAGE PROOF! [The last two words are shouted, before her voice returns to normal speaking volume.] Please tell me I’m not the only one stuck in a room. Though I hope none of you have a psycho cop in the next room over shooting up all your stuff. That’s something I wouldn’t wish on anybody.
[The microphone records rustling for a few more seconds before turning off.]