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01 ☠ now go forth and start
Jun. 16th, 2011 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onehundredbeers[Having recovered from the initial confusion of waking up somewhere else (likely due to a combination of drunkenness and drugs so he assumed), Nathan has stomped away from his townhome under the impression it isn't his and he'll have to catch a fucking taxi to somewhere with cellphone reception.]
Where the fuck am I?
[Someone didn't bother paying attention to any of the new greeting stuff. Who cares about that, pfff.]
This is fucking bullshit, ugh.
[Nathan is proceeding to basically angrily stomp around town. He will likely end up going in circles for ages, provided he doesn't get stopped multiple times on his mission to find a fucking taxi.]
Great fucking job. Probably passed out in some fucking lady's house, she went to work, and you're in the middle of fucking nowhere. Where the fuck is Charles? Why isn't he fucking picking me up already! That's like 90 percent of his job!
[Don't mind him talking to himself, really.]
Where the fuck am I?
[Someone didn't bother paying attention to any of the new greeting stuff. Who cares about that, pfff.]
This is fucking bullshit, ugh.
[Nathan is proceeding to basically angrily stomp around town. He will likely end up going in circles for ages, provided he doesn't get stopped multiple times on his mission to find a fucking taxi.]
Great fucking job. Probably passed out in some fucking lady's house, she went to work, and you're in the middle of fucking nowhere. Where the fuck is Charles? Why isn't he fucking picking me up already! That's like 90 percent of his job!
[Don't mind him talking to himself, really.]