perfectsymmetry: (pensive)
2010-10-27 10:57 am

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[The hazmats broke into Crowe's house again last night, burning and killing everyone inside. He thought his house would be safer, since they had already checked there and turned up nothing, already killing him once for no reason... but apparently he was wrong.

The next morning when he awakes, Crowe doesn't call anyone or go anywhere. Any other residents, guests, or visitors of 1247 Williams will find him in what's left of his room, sitting in a corner, knees to his chest. He doesn't know what else to say, or what to do. And there he will sit. Anyone is free to come by and try to talk to him.]
perfectsymmetry: (serious)
2010-10-22 11:15 am

43

private action )

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[Action: Some time in the late morning, Crowe wanders out of his room. He's looking to make sure Hol and Ash are alright. If Mukuro ran into the hazmats... well, he could handle himself.]

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[Phone: Crowe's voice is quiet.]


Everyone. You're... you're not even safe in your homes, alright? The hazmats.... They came in to ours. I didn't touch them and they killed me anyway. Lock up your houses, and if they come in, just get out of their way. Don't confront them or they'll just turn on you. Just stay out of the way. Get to your basement or something.

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I-Is everyone alright? They didn't... hurt anyone else, did they?

perfectsymmetry: (uuuh what)
2010-10-21 08:02 am

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[Voice: Screw filters. They're useless as far as Crowe's concerned anymore.

He speaks quickly. It's obvious he's pretty rattled.]


Do not go near them. Do not touch them. Just... just please, stay out of their way. Fighting a-against them will probably have no affect.


Bunkers... Mr. Saeba was working on those, wasn't he? We... I'm going to say we should get back to that.



Has... has anyone checked on Miss Susan...?

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[Action: Crowe will be found tearing apart his garage, looking for metal. Before he was droned, Ryo Saeba had been collecting scrap metal to help build bunkers, and Crowe had been helping him. Now he regrets ever stopping. He's taken what he collected and has brought it down to the basement of his home, and it's at that point he has no idea what he's doing. His housemates will find him sitting there with his supplies, head in his hands, thinking.]