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And on the Third day...
Who: Lus, Damian, Sabbat
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~
( Eyes were becoming quite the worry... ) -
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So!
Still haven't got to the store, probably should do soon. Running low on marshmallows.
....I really fucking need some eyes. Like. Really, really, really, really, badly. If I don't get some soon...
[[Okay! Here's an idea, which may or may not work out, depending on interest. Neshomeh~ If Damian were to find a scrap of paper saying that ( Read more... ) -
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[[Scrawled on his prescription pad, and stuffed under Damian's door]]
Prescription for Damian whatwasit
for An Assload more painkillers and some gauze and shit.
[[Under this, a badly out of proportion map of the first floor of the hospital, and where to find 'gauze and shit'.]]Looked nasty when Sabbat had it. Don't loose the leg, makes you ( Read more... ) -
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Still in hospital. Found the cafeteria. Food is shit, there, even in another fucking world, or whatever the fuck this is. Gonna have to make a trip to the store. Think I remember one near-by. Might as Sabbat along. Seems safer in pairs.
[[So, uh. Firstly - Fynn we wanna log that, or just figure out what happened and journal entry it? And ( Read more... ) -
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Right so.
Been staying in the hospital. Been good. Formaldehyde. JARS. Scalpels. Morgue didn't have any bodies in good enough shape for eyes. Damn.
But still.
Sabbat's not a bad guy. Seems to know his way around a razor. Got a cool hat.
Thinking about doing more exploring. Might be dangerous.
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[[This journal entry has been scribbled on a Prescription pad stolen from the Hospital he's currently holed up in with Sabbat]]
Dear Diary, [[written in silly, loopy, teenaged girl hand-writing, obviously mocking himself for writting this thing]]
Today was FUCKING AWESOME. In a round about sort of a way. The [[turns into his own handwriting here ( Read more... ) -
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I found a city map~
But I can't fucking read it.
I have no clue what this says.
DAMNIT.
[If anyone happens to walk up to Lus at the moment, they'll see him tearing a map into pieces in front of Babylon's equivalent of a London Drugs/Boots/whatever.] -
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Okay, I almost wish I had some other 'bad habit' type thing that I could indulge in to make myself forget what I really want to do ( Read more... ) -
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...Right. Okay. Still Lost, but!
Found a store. And got some marshmallows.
And I think I'm being followed. This is not cool. [Big scribbly mess right here]
Right, okay. Whatever. Argh. I want to go home. My collection... -
[OOC]
[PSSST! Where'd everyone go? D:>?]