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"Hell yea it is. Although the doll section always freaks me the fuck out." | |
"I never go in there. Not after what happened." | |
I raise an eyebrow. | |
I start crying. | |
"Quit being a sissy, Mary." I tell Paddy. | |
I stop crying and smoke some more DMT. | |
X wakes back up "Oh so your awake again..." | |
"Oh stop complaining X. It's not like there's a psychotic killer roaming around." | |
Sis: "I take offense at that." | |
"You would..." X takes a swig from her bottle again | |
Sister just looks at X, not knowing how to respond. | |
She takes another swig OOC: why is nobody posting frequently anymore? | |
OOC: I don't know. Let's keep posting so it looks like we're busy. Sister files her nails. | |
OOC: I've been shamelessly bumping the thread along as best I can for the last week... but it's slowed right the fuck down. "Bump?" She takes another swig OT: You have to be meta here... as much as possible... or you might lose your mind. EDIT: I don't double post... if possible. | |
"My bump senses are tingling!" | |
Sis: "Hey Knife." | |
[Ending Act 3 on Thursday? Well. *Looks at wrist watch* Nope. Alas, the reason none of us are posting is because there isn't much happening.] | |
I sigh and make everyone smoothies. | |
Sis: "Wow. That's uh..." Sister scratches the back of her head. Sis: "Hey Xot. When are we supposed to be done with Act 3?" Xot: We've been stuck on the same page, so we're just having an off day until things pick up. Sis: "... Oh... Okay."
You stare blankly into an empty space where an intercom should be. Alas the speaker has been ripped from the wall, thrashed, and tossed aside on the floor. It is coated in purple blood. There is something written on the side of the speaker. whos honking now hornses ass? | |
"Seems legit. Can we finish with this soon?" | |
Sister yawns. Sis: "Well, I'm going to take a nap. This bed of feathers looks comfy enou-" She passes out and falls asleep on the feathers. OOC: We're definitely finishing later today. Right now, I really need to get some sleep. | |
While I give a brief wave to Sister, Efink just stands there with a slightly shocked look on his face, before dragging me a few meters away from the group and saying in an angry whisper, "Why didn't you tell my Sister was here!" | |
X takes a swig and walks over to knife "So... knife, hows it been?" | |
"So...The speaker system may be fucked...Oh well." Just then, something hits me on the back of the head. I feel myself being dragged away from the group. Well fuck...I appear to be losing...losing...bluh.... | |
X notices Zombies gone suddenly... "He'll be fiiiiiine..." | |
"Dammit Zombie you pussy!" I seem to melt into the wall. This is probably because of the drugs. | |
"really... Well since i'm the only one still awake apparently!" She begins to pull furniture out of a nearby store and builds a bar... she does tequila and smokes, while an automatic piano plays something uplifting, speedy, and generic in the background. OOC: I'm so ronery... | |
I appear out of nowhere. | |
"huh... I don't know when were moving on... pull up a seat" She pulls another bottle of tequila from under the bar places it on the bar, motions for sigma to sit... and then she continues to drink and smoke | |
I watch Zombie and Paddy vanish. | |
X motions for Trilby to sit at the bar and continues to smoke and drink | |
OOC: Everyone is leaving, noooooooo! | |
OOC: wah nay!.. (translated to mean: oh no!..) X looks at sister in an extremely drunken haze, considering taking advantage of her. OOC: all the RP's I join DIE!.. /and then the crying begins | |
OOC: THEN START THE DAMN MALL FIGHT 4 | |
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"A damn fine establishment."