Lee Jordan lost his flow. (commentated) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-08-24 11:27:00 |
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WHO: Lee Jordan, and the Villagers
WHERE: Moddy's & The Vault
WHEN: Saturday Morning
WHAT: At 10 am on Saturday morning, two wireless radios came to life. The sounds that came from the speakers was like any radio when it's about to lose the station you're listening to. Instead of resting after what went down yesterday, Lee let himself into the wireless station and started tinkering. He used a bit of that magic they used for Potterwatch to, essentially, hack into the system. Being emotionally and physically drained, Lee could only focus his energies on two machines and the control panel. He's doing this broadcast not knowing if anyone can hear him, but he needs it. He sounds tired. His voice is thick with tears. He speaks.
Hey guys. If this is working, there are two wirelesses that suddenly came to life. Sorry I didn't warn you. I lost my journal, and I'll have to get a new one. It's on my list.
Most of you know that a group of us went into the woods yesterday to figure shite out. Stuff. Sorry Sally B. Stuff. I can't speak for the others, but I don't wanna talk about it until I can wrap my head around it. So all I ask is that you don't push. Things will come out in time. Same goes for those who were sick. It's obvious that they saw shi--stuff that scared the hell out of them. When they're ready, they'll talk about it. They can't be pushed.
We've all been through hell this week. We've lost some really good people his voice cracked over the last word, and it takes him a few moments to compose himself. There are audible sniffs. They can come back, and they won't remember a damn thing about these horrors. I don't know about you, but that gives me some sort of comfort. We know. We'll always remember. That's the job of those who are left. Remembering. I failed at that the first time. I took off and hid and tried to forget. But you can't. Not really.
I keep trying to find songs to sum up what I'm feeling, but none of them work. They're not sad or angry enough. I'm not angry at anyone. Just the situation. This magic was old. Fu--freaking Skeeter wasn't this crazy--right? I wasn't there, but she wasn't?
Anyway. The songs. They don't work. So. I hope you can forgive me for what songs I do have. They are inappropriate for the situation, but they're the only ones I can stomach listening to.
Cozy Pants O'Clock
Bare Necessities
Fireflies