Giovanni Auditore da Firenze (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
betrayedblade) wrote2010-09-05 09:51 pm
betrayedblade) wrote2010-09-05 09:51 pm
trentaquattro || video
[Giovanni's hand manages to turn on the video function through it's fumbling with the communicator as he reaches out for it. Not what he intended but it will have to do.
He looks like shit and feels worse. There are dark spots on his gloved hand from coughing up blood and his breath is coming in short gasps. He swallows and it takes him a while to actually finish the gesture thanks to cotton mouth. It doesn't look like he's moved in some time now, much less been able to fetch himself water to keep hydrated with.
He tries to sit up to address the communicator but collapses back down and gives up moving anymore altogether.]
...not s'well... [coughcough] not...apartm-- [coughHACKcoughcough] nngh... M' dispiace.
[He reaches out to the communicator, fumbling it a bit, and then getting a grip on it to pan the view. He's huddled up in an some anonymous warehouse near the docks. It was as far as it got on his way back home after chatting with Knowlton. He thought he was stopping to simply rest--he never got back up again.]
N-not... not sure how-- [He coughs some more, this time blood specks the corner of his mouth before he wipes it away with his glove.] long be safe 'ere. But--
[This time he doesn't stop coughing, and instead simply shakes his head and waves his other hand in a 'no, no' fashion before stamping off the device with awkward motions.]
He looks like shit and feels worse. There are dark spots on his gloved hand from coughing up blood and his breath is coming in short gasps. He swallows and it takes him a while to actually finish the gesture thanks to cotton mouth. It doesn't look like he's moved in some time now, much less been able to fetch himself water to keep hydrated with.
He tries to sit up to address the communicator but collapses back down and gives up moving anymore altogether.]
...not s'well... [coughcough] not...apartm-- [coughHACKcoughcough] nngh... M' dispiace.
[He reaches out to the communicator, fumbling it a bit, and then getting a grip on it to pan the view. He's huddled up in an some anonymous warehouse near the docks. It was as far as it got on his way back home after chatting with Knowlton. He thought he was stopping to simply rest--he never got back up again.]
N-not... not sure how-- [He coughs some more, this time blood specks the corner of his mouth before he wipes it away with his glove.] long be safe 'ere. But--
[This time he doesn't stop coughing, and instead simply shakes his head and waves his other hand in a 'no, no' fashion before stamping off the device with awkward motions.]
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Every Zilart profanity in the book is going through his head right now. Every. Single. One. ]
Damn it... GIOVANNI! What the hell--
[ ...oh screw it he's out the door. Be it to look for the man or just. Doing something. Sitting still and staying in his room just doesn't feel right after seeing that. ]
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Mother of...
[ The rest of whatever he was going to say is all garbled in Zilart, but he doesn't particularly care to use the correct language. He's in too much of a hurry. ]
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[ No, he won't bother hiding that emotionlessness with his usual facade.
He's already narrowing down places. It looks like one of the warehouses...and there were only so many of those in the city. He could search them one by one, from the outside; if any of them had something inside of it...
What was he even doing this for again? Oh, right. ]
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...don't. I'll be fine.
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[ Well, he can figure what Giovanni's trying to tell him, so there's a slight change in plans.
Find the warehouses. Locate him. If for some reason this plague turns into anything CLOSE to what happened last October, he'll know where Giovanni is. He never thought he'd have to use the Whisper like this, but there was a first for everything.
So he's running to each one. Closing his eyes, holding one hand up...nothing, just the same dissonance in the rest of the damn city. One down, how many to go? ]
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