take what I want, take what I need

( filtered to matthew )

[Billy's decided on one thing: November isn't his favourite month.]

... Is it just me, or is it pretty easy to lose track of time here? I mean, without school or anything, you don't really need to know which day it is or anything. Heck, you don't even really need to remember the year. That was a major part of each passing year for me—moving onto the next grade.

But there's nothing like that here. Sure, we've got holidays and that kind of thing, but the days tend to go by until you stop and realize what the date is. Kind of like waking up and it hitting you that your birthday was over a week ago, or something. [Shhhhhh, that is purely hypothetical.]

Unless that's just me and a side-effect of being here for way too long.

[A pause, before the energy in his voice rises, albeit not in quite a genuine way.]

Though I'd certainly hope that it isn't just me! [...] Anyway, I've got one more thing to say:

If anyone comes across this stupid, annoying thief by the name of Matthew, tell him I'm looking for him.

[Juuuuuuust in the case he misses this—]

Why?

[—is the first word that comes out of this feed, because Billy doesn't care to turn on the video feed, though his voice alone should convey his thoughts clearly enough.]

Why is something like this always happening? Zombies, dinosaurs, and now this? You'd think that if they can put up a barrier to keep the water out, they'd find a way to stop invasions like this from happening all. The. Time!

[He sounds rather pissed off, obviously, though those better at reading people will probably be able to tell that... really? He's covering up for how afraid he is right now.

A pause, before he lets out a quiet, shaky laugh.]

... I wonder how long it'll take for these guys to figure out how to enter buildings.

[At first, there's simply a blur of images and the sound of breathing—hard—accompanied by running, though the resounding footsteps in the background makes it clear that he's not... alone, for a lack of a better word.

Still running, with the footsteps growing louder, but the breathing halts for a moment, and then there's a voice as the SFC is lifted to reveal one very terrified Billy Iketani.]

H-Hey? Sa—

[—but whatever he was about to say is cut off by a choked cry. The SFC flies through the air, resuming the blur of images on the screen, but the sounds are still clear.

Impact: the sound of metal hitting the ground—a dagger, for those who would be familiar with such noise. A clatter, presumably from SFC, and then—

There's the brief sight of blood, before there is simply a click!]

[Yeah, it's definitely not Billy's face that appears on the screen, but rather a certain thief's.

... He looks very much like he wants to die.]

Uh... Matthew? Please tell me you have my... body.

[That sounds so weird—and wait.]

... On second thought, I'm not sure if that'd actually be a good thing or not. But if you do, don't even think about trying anything weird, got it?

[...]

I think I'm just going to lock myself in my room until this is over.

[ooc: All replies will be tagged with annoyingjerk~ It seemed like an apt journal name. C:]

[Hi, Vatheon. Have a view of the ceiling.

One might hear some stumbling, a crash, a cry, and a thud in that order. Fortunately for Billy, nobody can see him grope around the room--though they'll probably notice the light going on, then off, then on, then off, and then on again when Billy gives up.]

Weird...

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