capeandcowl | [[ twenty-one. ]] [[ video. ]]

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† parker robbins | hood

[[ twenty-one. ]] [[ video. ]]

[The camera of the communicator is positioned precisely, far away enough to grab three quarters of a figure yet close enough so sound isn't obstructed. Here is Parker Robbins. He holds up a personal mobile, his mouth a complete line.

He replays his voicemail.]

You have TWENTY-SEVEN SAVED MESSAGES. To play these messages, press--

"Parker, where are you? Uh. It's Electro. You've been out all night. Call me."

[Beep.]

"Hey. If this is a business thing why wasn't I invited? Is it a business thing?"

"Why the fuck aren't you answering your phone?

[Beep.]

"Parker, what the hell is going on? I know you didn't get shot or something, I've have heard about it. I've been checking the papers! Call me, you asshole."

"Are you ignoring me? Is that what this is about? Fuck you, pal, we already went over this. I haven't even set foot in your room again, so you had better have goddamn gotten over it!"

[Beep.]

"I'm throwing away all your shit, man."

"Seriously, what's up? Are you even still here? Did you get ported out too? You can't do this to me. Just call me, okay?"

"What am I supposed to do now?! Get the fuck back here right now."

"I only threw away some of your stuff. So don't go being pissed."

[Beep.]

"Parker. Where are you?"

[He turns off his voicemail.]

Electro. Don't ever do that again.