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WHO: "Jack"/Tyler Durden {iamjoesmisery}, and...open. WHO WANTS TO PLAY WITH THEM?
WHERE: Hotel Lobby.
WHEN: Around the evening, today.
SUMMARY: TBA.
RATING: TBA.
WARNINGS: Not so far. ♥ Possible violence.
STATUS: In-Progress!
He'd been sleeping (--or so he thought, because Tyler was still awake). He didn't know where he was, how he got there, or why he was.
Not a space monkey in sight. That part was good, at least. And luckily for him, Tyler was here, too. To be completely honest, he wouldn't have had it any other way. At this point, he wasn't ready to be without his friend, anyway.
Tyler had been looking around, sizing things up; could anyone here fight? He'd seen a couple of people here and there that looked like they would be able to throw a hit. Part of him just wanted to go up to them and punch them in the face, see what they were made of. But he couldn't do that. Instead, he would wait. They would come to him.
After all, fighting was about so much more than that.
So they were sitting there in the lobby (one person in reality, but in his mind, Tyler was seated next to him, and they were talking--he was talking to himself), waiting for the time to pass. Sometimes it seemed like the days went by too slowly. He felt tired for some reason, and he just wanted to go to bed. Much like Tyler had been, though, he was glancing from person to person, seeing what they were made of. A lot of possible opponents, a lot of guys he could flatten in two seconds flat.
And then there were women.
WHERE: Hotel Lobby.
WHEN: Around the evening, today.
SUMMARY: TBA.
RATING: TBA.
WARNINGS: Not so far. ♥ Possible violence.
STATUS: In-Progress!
He'd been sleeping (--or so he thought, because Tyler was still awake). He didn't know where he was, how he got there, or why he was.
Not a space monkey in sight. That part was good, at least. And luckily for him, Tyler was here, too. To be completely honest, he wouldn't have had it any other way. At this point, he wasn't ready to be without his friend, anyway.
Tyler had been looking around, sizing things up; could anyone here fight? He'd seen a couple of people here and there that looked like they would be able to throw a hit. Part of him just wanted to go up to them and punch them in the face, see what they were made of. But he couldn't do that. Instead, he would wait. They would come to him.
After all, fighting was about so much more than that.
So they were sitting there in the lobby (one person in reality, but in his mind, Tyler was seated next to him, and they were talking--he was talking to himself), waiting for the time to pass. Sometimes it seemed like the days went by too slowly. He felt tired for some reason, and he just wanted to go to bed. Much like Tyler had been, though, he was glancing from person to person, seeing what they were made of. A lot of possible opponents, a lot of guys he could flatten in two seconds flat.
And then there were women.