If anyone sees a blond idiot with sunglasses shouting about the oranges, ignore him. He was wasted off his ass last night, and probably still isn't coherent. [a very disgruntled sigh] Dumbass got us stuck here.
Name's Jason. Guess I'm workin' tickets over at the House of Dusk.
[More as an afterthought than anything, he mutters:] Man, why do I have
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They're little pieces of paper that are printed off and work sort of like currency in carnivals and fairs. You need 5 tickets for going through the House of Dusk. Think the rides are a little more.
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