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[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

*audio, muffled*

Can't... I-I... S-someone... GeneCo... help me?

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[sweeterthan16.livejournal.com]

...Mister Grant?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

*weakly*

Sh... Shi. Can't...

Got shot... Largo got me... my fault. Get me outta here?

[sweeterthan16.livejournal.com]

Fucking hell. Shit - okay. Just - Cyril? Where are you? I have to - sneak out... shitshitshit.

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

...D... dunno... outside.

M-my... my legs... shoulders... fuckin' hell. Hate guns.

[sweeterthan16.livejournal.com]

Outside? Where outside? Cyril - c'mon - I need - I need more than that...

2-time zones away

[how-can-i-help.livejournal.com]

*hitting his comm while contemplating thowing it against a wall*

go to sleep- god.

2-time zones away

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

*laughs weakly*

W... want me t'... bleed out, Wes?

2-time zones away

[how-can-i-help.livejournal.com]

*picks it up and gets out of bed- he doesn't want to wake her*

Who is this and where are you

2-time zones away

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

Cyril. LA. ...got help on th'... th' way.

Fuck... L-Largo's a... a bastard.

[oneofthe-boys.livejournal.com]

*she's only been sleeping on and off lately, so picking up the phone quickly isn't a problem*

--- Cyril?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

C... Connor. H-hey. *chuckles weakly*

...shot. Largo... fuck, I-I... I hurt.

[oneofthe-boys.livejournal.com]

Wh- what happened? Where are you?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

Shot. L-Largo... n-near San Square. Sh-Shi... findin' help.

C-Connor, I... fucked up bad.

[kings-boy11.livejournal.com]

*yay for random cell phone reception*

...Cyril?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

Ry. H-hey. ...shot... l-listen, I'm an idiot. An idiot an' reckless.

Shi's gettin'... gettin' help... be fine, promise.

[kings-boy11.livejournal.com]

*mutters several words kids his age probably shouldn't know, starts walking along his roof* Where are you?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

S... near San Square... L-Largo...

Fuckin' hell, he had me shot. A lot. B... damn it. Ry, don't... I'll be fine.

[marylyns-murder.livejournal.com]

*listens to it- okay maybe she does need a new comm sysytem*

Who is this and how the fuck did you get my number love?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

Dunno... speed dial, I guess.

Who's this? Can't... 'm dizzy as hell...

[marylyns-murder.livejournal.com]

This is Julie and a secure line- you don't get this number by accident pet.

Why fuck are you dizzy?

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

Julie? 'S Cyril. H-hey.

B... blood loss, I think. Kinda... shot... *sighs*

[livingoutalie.livejournal.com]

*Annoyed Repo Man coming through. holding his bag and trailing behind Shilo as she darts in front of him*

Shilo...enough. We need to go home.

[sweeterthan16.livejournal.com]

No we don't, Dad. We need to help Mister Grant.

[tomophobic.livejournal.com]

*managed to get himself into a sitting position against a wall*

...Sh-Shi? You... *looks up and turns even paler* N... N...

[livingoutalie.livejournal.com]

*stops and stares at him: San Square. Cyril bleeding out. Nathan holding a bag. No this isn't familiar at all*

*meets his eyes at the paling but only for a brief moment before moving forward, and squatting beside him*

What happened?