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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Who are they?
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[Lengthy pause; his breathing is heavy.]
Don't you like the people at Gohl? [He's almost afraid to ask you this.]
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[After pausing, he speaks quietly.]
I have no place in Gohl. I haven't in a while.
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I need someone like you to do that for me.
[He coughs but manages to bite it back fairly quickly.] Help the Inventory people run supplies out to those sick. That's what I would do...
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[A shrug off camera.] I would get in the way.
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as excuse for not participating in much of anything while the mun focuses on school workbut maybe at the end Kadaj can help him back to the apartment to heal up probably.]