Fuck you SEPTA!!!!!!

[firstcapital]

{If you are wandering about the halls of the eastern side of the US, you'll notice a bunch of noise. It's faint at first, like someone is kicking something. Then it comes flying at you, a wastepaper basket. It hit's the unsuspecting wall at an alarming speed; leaving a dent in it's wake. The angered city beings to shout in Italian, landing another

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[devilwentdownto]

He jumps about a foot out of his skin before inching closer to the door he'd previously been walking by.
Josh?

[firstcapital]

{Finally running out of steam, He sits on the floor, throwing the gloves clear across the room.}
What's the use, can't do nothin' anyway...

[devilwentdownto]

He makes his way into the room, kneeling next to him.
Are ya... alrigh'?

[firstcapital]

{Rubbing his hands together, he growls a bit; his head hanging low.}

I thought everything was alright, I thought that nothing else was going to happen back home worth flipping a kitten over. But I guess I was wrong...first it's money troubles, now this happens.
{He groans while running his fingers through his hair.} Only public transit system I got, and they go and strike....this is bananas. My city is home to over a million people; half of that population relies on SEPTA everyday to get where they have to go. It's a huge inconvenience to everyone and....I'm not there to help at all. shit and Nutter an doin' nothing but making the problem worse....I'm fucked.

[abnegates]

L-loud.

[firstcapital]

{He lands another punch to the wall. If he wasn't wearing his boxing gloves, his hand would've been broken. Instead, a dull pain pulses threw it.}
I need to got outta here...and quick

[abnegates]

[ Wincing visibly. It's not the punching that unnerves him, however. ]

Are.

[ Should he be asking? Would it be an invasion of privacy? If he invades his privacy they'll be even (olol singing, never doing it again), but, agh. ]

Are you OK?

[firstcapital]

No....I'm rather pissed off at the moment....