Neil Perry
[VOICE]

I have to admit this door... makes me nervous. I know, that's selfish of me, because there are a lot of people here who want to go home and they don't deserve to be stuck, but I love living in the City. If everyone goes... well, I just worry. There are people who don't have anywhere else to go.

[People like him, but he doesn't want to say so. It's probably obvious, anyway.]

But--

[He tries to cheer his tone up a bit. It sounds a little forced, at first.]

I always like visitors, I'm glad you were able to come. Is there-- anyone here from home?

[He always kind of hopes. But he's happy to see anyone who wants to see him.]




[ooc; one final hurrah. please don't tell him he's not real; please no other neils. otherwise, go nuts, backdate until the end of days.]


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Neil Perry
[ACCIDENTAL AUDIO]

--did a better job of it, you know. If only for a couple of days.

[Quietly, Neil's talking to... well, it's probably obvious. He doesn't sound angry; just a bit sad. Weary. It's been a long day, already. Now he pauses, listening to something inaudible.]

Not so badly after all, apparently. I almost wish you would come, just to visit-- to see what I've managed here. I think some of it-- some of it-- you'd have to be proud of. You would. At least a little bit.

[Another long pause.]

Well, of course not. [A sigh.] I'm trying to read, all right? You aren't real. Go away.

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Neil Perry
[VOICE | Glass City (but not for long)]

I know this isn't the safest thing, and I'm sorry if it upsets anyone. But... well.

If you haven't heard, they've said that the price for going over to the Desert is this: every hour spent there means one more day you'll have to stay in the City.

[A long pause.]

Anyway, Todd and Justin and I are going to cross over. For a while, anyway. [Which means as long as they can get away with it, racking up time, but he doesn't feel like he needs to say it.] We'll bring over anything we can get that it seems like people might need-- bottles of water, and food, and things like that-- but if anyone there can hear this, if there's anything special that we wouldn't think of... Try to let us know, and we'll do what we can.

[Another long pause. Then, quietly:]

Good luck, everyone.


[ooc; this would've been posted earlier today, so all comments will be still from Glass as they prep to go over, unless otherwise noted. ♥]

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Neil Perry
[VOICE;]

[No preamble, just a deep breath, and then...]

Cut for Length, Language, and Gratuitous Borrowing of Poetry || not-IC cut )

[There's another moment's pause, as though he's going to say something else, before Neil thinks the better of it and cuts off the recording with a click.]
 
 
Neil Perry
|[Private to the Deities]|

Well, this would be the place to start.

If one of you has the time, I'd like to talk to you about a deal we made, a while ago. Thank you.


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|[Private to Yvaine | Separate, later in the day]|

All right. It's done, or at least, it will be at midnight tonight. I didn't have to give up anything I can't live without for a while at least. So whenever and wherever you'd like me to meet you...

...I can't tell you how much this means to me.
 
 
Neil Perry
[VIDEO;]
[Blurry hands cover the picture first as Neil positions the camera on some surface, then draws back and sits in front of it. He looks resigned; this isn't a post he wants to make, but since he has no choice he's trying to be dignified about it.

On his shirt, on the left breast just above his heart, a bright, ornate, scarlet S is embroidered. He looks down at it, tugs absently at his loosed collar; if you've got a keen eye, you might see the same mark stained on his skin. It's inescapable.]


I was going to talk about something nice. I wanted to see if anyone wanted to have a big snowball fight later this week, since winter's almost over and it seems a shame not to have one and I did promise someone I would. [Neil smiles, a little weakly. He's killing time, postponing the inevitable, and he knows it.] So who's in? I was thinking Friday maybe, as long as it doesn't get any warmer before then.

[He nods, looking a little better now. Having managed to say his piece in spite of the compulsion to talk about his letter makes him feel a little less powerless, though he isn't eager to discuss the mark.]

So. The curse.

[He hesitates, takes a breath.]

I get this one, I never read the book actually but I know what it means. It isn't a secret, even if I don't like talking about it... I'm not proud. But I won't lie, either.

S, for suicide.

[Relieved, his cursed duty discharged, Neil leans forward and hurriedly turns off the camera.]


[ooc; comments could potentially contain disturbing material, idk.]
 
 
Neil Perry
Private; hackable )

Filtered to the Deities )

If I made a fool of myself the other day, I'm sorry about it. I really didn't know I was cursed.


[ooc; on top of the Road Not Taken curse, he found this ;_; aaaangsssst. tags may be spotty for a while, costumewerk /m/,]