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betrayedblade[From the white walls and sterile atmosphere, even if a bit out of order and damaged due to the current events, the location is clearly the hospital. Giovanni is on the floor, a bit bloody and a lot irritated from the looks of it. There is also something else: he looks a whole lot younger than a man of 40 years. A whole lot younger.]
Che diavolo? Che cosa è successo--ugh--dove sono? Maledizione. Odio questo...
[He looks around at his surroundings.]
Principe? Dove sei? Io non ho voglia di giocare qualsiasi gioco di oggi, bambino.
Merda, questo non è buono.
Non ho tempo per questo!
[He starts to leave angrily when he notices the device. He almost leaves it behind but at the last moment seems to decide otherwise and picks it up.]
Qualunque cosa tu sia, amico mio, forse sarai utile. In caso contrario, posso sempre sbarazzarsi più tardi.
Ora, dove vado da qui?
[He walks off and the communicator times out in his hand. Ten minutes later he clicks it back on and stares directly into it.]
What the fuck is going on?
[[What the hell? What happened--ugh--where am I? God damn it. I hate this...
Prince? Where are you? I am not keen to play any game today, child.
Shit, this isn't good.
I don't have time for this!
Whatever you are, my friend, perhaps you are useful. Otherwise, I can always get rid of it later.
Now, where do I go from here?]]
Che diavolo? Che cosa è successo--ugh--dove sono? Maledizione. Odio questo...
[He looks around at his surroundings.]
Principe? Dove sei? Io non ho voglia di giocare qualsiasi gioco di oggi, bambino.
Merda, questo non è buono.
Non ho tempo per questo!
[He starts to leave angrily when he notices the device. He almost leaves it behind but at the last moment seems to decide otherwise and picks it up.]
Qualunque cosa tu sia, amico mio, forse sarai utile. In caso contrario, posso sempre sbarazzarsi più tardi.
Ora, dove vado da qui?
[He walks off and the communicator times out in his hand. Ten minutes later he clicks it back on and stares directly into it.]
What the fuck is going on?
[[What the hell? What happened--ugh--where am I? God damn it. I hate this...
Prince? Where are you? I am not keen to play any game today, child.
Shit, this isn't good.
I don't have time for this!
Whatever you are, my friend, perhaps you are useful. Otherwise, I can always get rid of it later.
Now, where do I go from here?]]
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Date: 2010-08-02 03:20 am (UTC)that is NOT the icon I chose up there. wtf, ty lj.
Date: 2010-08-02 03:24 am (UTC)lj likes doing that
Date: 2010-08-02 03:34 am (UTC)indeed
Date: 2010-08-02 04:02 am (UTC)lj is evil
Date: 2010-08-02 04:03 am (UTC)very
Date: 2010-08-02 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 04:17 am (UTC)[Stubborn kids. Why does he always end up stuck with them? ; ;]
...fine. But later.
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:42 am (UTC)Okay. Now you promised!
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:53 am (UTC)I--what?! Hey! I... ugghh All right, all right. I promise to teach you after the place settles down a bit.
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Date: 2010-08-03 03:57 pm (UTC)Sounds good to me!
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Date: 2010-08-03 09:04 pm (UTC)