CΛIN (†) Λimon M. (killingfields) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-03-19 02:41:00 |
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Current mood: | guilty |
Entry tags: | angrboða, bastet, beelzebub, cain, judas iscariot, mary magdalene, melpomene, paimon, psyche |
[audio]
[There's a loud slam, something glass shattering as it's being thrown across the room. From the force of the impact, it was absolutely deliberate. Cain is absolutely drunk, the effect of trying to get completely drunk for the past two days and not being able to get it to kick in. Well, it has, and it's much more than he intended.]
Why art thou so fucking wroth? I'll fucking TELL YOU, [there's a bit of an interference, either Cain has broken something else, or he's simply stumbled over it.]…oh, shit. Shit. [Rage broken for a second, there's a little clatter of broken glass.] That's not…well, that's not fucking good. Holy shit. [He's noticed that whatever it is that he's broken has left a rather deep gash on his arm, but it only really serves to enrage him further. His fist hits the desk the recording equipment is on.]
I don't give a shit. I really don't. Oh fucking poor drunk stupid Cain. How fucking pathetic. I still fucking hate you. Tragic fucking bullshit, I just fucking want to- [The last part is mumbled out, barely audible. Everything is quiet for a minute, and he never finishes the sentiment.]
…i just don't want to be angry anymore. [The audio cuts out. Cain realizes he's made another mistake.]