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Heads are going to roll for this.
((ooc: He's not trapped, oocly because Silent Hill wouldn't bother him enough to make it fun, and two, so he can plot-device around.)) -
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I hate twin brothers.
And whomever decided to destroy that room in the loner-section is going to get the reparations taken out of their flesh.
Where is that woman at the front desk? The new one, with the black hair. The fetish woman who looks like she's Asian or Native America or something with black hair.
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FYI.
I don't care what you people do when you're off the clock, so long as you work hard and don't stain anything.
Cleaning crews need to be dispatched to the eleventh executive story suite before the police investigators arrive. -
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And this is why you should have done what I told you to in the first place. I told you to allocate, and I realize you researched it a bit, and you asked a few questions, and yet you failed in a fiery spurt of glory because you didn't follow through. As always. Pathetic ( Read more... ) -
Silence.
Drench it flat with activities and splendor. Of fantastic animals and dangerous bets. For a time, yes, for a time, it feels much like how it once did ( Read more... ) -
Hm.
It's all what you make of it. And that, really, is all there is to it. You can choose to list to the side, or you can choose to pick yourself up and dust yourself off and find yourself again. And since you will allow no one to assist in the matter, that, I'm afraid, is all ( Read more... ) -
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...she sang Mr. Blue Sky to me. She showed up at my residence whilst I slept and sang Mr. Blue Sky to me to wake me up.
There are no words. ... Well. Matricide comes to mind. -
And thus, I depart.
And my hunt truly begins.