[Sorry, Rhys, the ping from your message has woken Vampire Dad in one of his precious moments of actual calm sleep. He is very out of it. He opens one eye, reads the text, doesn't get it at all, and makes a vague mumbling-groaning-ugh-let-me-sleep sound.]
F'Angel's got you tied up in blankets s'not a kidnapping...
[It takes an unreasonable degree of concious effort for Beckett to drag himself into, well, conciousness, and he's still not all the way there when he speaks again. There's the sound of rustling blankets as he half sits up.]
[A short, rasping note creeps into Beckett's breathing. No. He can't. Can't feel fear. Can't get angry. Can't start coughing now. He has to think, please - ]
Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
[ This might be him attempting a joke. It's a little hard to tell at the moment. A pause, and Rhys sucks in a frightened breath before cutting the conversation off. ]
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bookofnope) wrote2015-10-04 01:39 pm
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F'Angel's got you tied up in blankets s'not a kidnapping...
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On one hand, waking up Beckett feels a little douchey, but on one bigger fatter hand he's been kidnapped by a manic brain surgeon.
So. Yeah. ]
No, n-not. Not Angel. [ He lowers his voice to a whisper, in case Stein is listening in. ] Dr. Stitches.
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[It takes an unreasonable degree of concious effort for Beckett to drag himself into, well, conciousness, and he's still not all the way there when he speaks again. There's the sound of rustling blankets as he half sits up.]
What d'you mean - kidnapped-? Where?
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[ He struggles to word the next bit and ultimately decides to sum up, speaking quickly and stumbling over his words more than usual. ]
Long, slightly depressing slash humiliating story short, I went. And now all the doors are locked.
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Did he tell you why? What does he want? [There may be a perfectly reasonable expla - no, no there definitely isn't.]
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I. Can't think of any -- n-no, many reasons he'd want me alone for that.
[ That is when the fear really, really bleeds into Rhys' voice. ]
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[No fear yet, but tight tension. He can't think of any himself beyond dissection shit and giggles. Stein is a dead man. Dead.]
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His username is 'dissect', isn't it? I th-think that speaks for itself.
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Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
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[ This might be him attempting a joke. It's a little hard to tell at the moment. A pause, and Rhys sucks in a frightened breath before cutting the conversation off. ]