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Redirecting to voicemail. . .

"We're sorry, but the number you have called is currently unavailable. Please leave a message or try again later."

- - -

[SETTON is offline:]

I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Leave details if it's a job.

( voicemail or text messages only. )
dulacaun: (thinks falling bombs are shooting stars)
[ celty doesn't normally think too much about the things shinra says. he's always lacked whatever brain-to-mouth filter normal people have that stops them from blurting out stupid things, so she tends to shrug it off. but for all his usual perversion and declarations of love, saying something like, "for starters, you could marry me," and then later acting like that was a formal marriage proposal she had accepted - well, it had thrown her.

and she couldn't stop thinking about it. she hadn't even told anyone about it yet, but somehow it stuck in her mind, and she'd realised that if shinra really did want to get married, she didn't know what to do, and it would just be embarrassing to approach him about those things. should she do her own research? even if they're not getting married tomorrow, she can't put it off forever, right? it's going to happen someday and she'll have to know what she's doing. should she be prepared so that when it really does happen, she doesn't panic? does she need a plan?

she realises very quickly that she's hopeless at this and needs help, so she runs through her short list of friends - shizuo, absolutely not. mikado had gang troubles and his friends to worry about. castiel wouldn't know, and lancer didn't approve of shinra. ... as a hypothetical bride-to-be, shouldn't she have a girl to share her thoughts with, anyway?

that's how she ends up frantically texting homura with a cry for help.

celty is sitting on her motorbike, parked at the curb outside of a wedding dress shop, and she types up a message to homura in greeting. ]


Sorry... This probably isn't what you were expecting to be called for.
dulacaun: (maybe you like me when i'm weak)
[ it's dark and quiet in the apartment. the man sitting at the table can only be assumed to be shinra. celty bursts in loudly, slamming the door behind her, and walks over to him. ]

Welcome home— [ celty grabs the front of his coat and hauls him out of his chair. ] ... I'm guessing you want to know why I did what I did. And your next question is, "You've known all along, haven't you? That my head was in their lab. I bet you and your dad have been working with Yagiri Pharmaceutical this whole time, and chances are, it was your dad that took my head from me in the first place! But for some reason you decided to hide all that from me, and butchered some poor innocent girl's face instead! I may be a monster, but the savage beast who really destroys people's lives is you!"

... Was that close? [ celty's helmet tilts forward, angry. shinra is still smiling. ] Look, I just don't want there to be any confusion on this. I don't know if my dad stole your head or not, and to be honest, I don't care. That "poor girl" you spoke of volunteered for that surgery... Although, chances are, Yagiri did persuade her to do it. But in the end, that's none of my business.

[ celty's grip gets tighter. ]

if i have to sacrifice the life and love of others, or even myself, then so be it. it sounds hypocritical, but if i have to use your emotions too, i will. (aka shinra is a manipulative bastard.) )

text.

Sep. 24th, 2011 01:04 pm
dulacaun: (i know it's a lie, i want it to be true)
... I wish this virus hadn't skipped me over.

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