Hey. I lost a lighter. It's a Zippo, shark decal, and none of you assholes better be thinking about keeping it for yourself.
[Yes, he lost a bunch of clothes, too, but those are far less important. And he ought to at least... try to be a little nice.Look, it's important, okay? And I know a bunch of you don't like me all that much and would rather
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...I have it.
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Bring it to my room. 2324 on deck 11. Watch out for the fire.
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Hahaha.
So funny.
Maybe she should just drop it and run.
But she won't.
It takes a while, but she's finally there, knocking]
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John opens the door after a few seconds and leans against the doorframe. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, which isn't inaccurate. His hair is a mess and there's dark circles under his eyes.
He stares at the girl in the hall for a good long few seconds before he realizes how he knew her voice. A huge wave of different things hit him at once--regret, frustration, uncomfortability--and he sighs, lifting his eyes a bit to look past her for a second. Finally he refocuses on her and isn't sure what to do.]
You got my lighter, huh?
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You see anyone else making threats to get their crap back? Nope. Be a good little boy and maybe someone will hand it over.
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