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[OPEN LOG] playing hookey from class
Dec. 18th, 2009 01:28 pm((OOC: Feel free to run into him on your way to class, ditch with him, umm, harass him for not going to class - each thread = individual log.))
((OOC: Feel free to run into him on your way to class, ditch with him, umm, harass him for not going to class - each thread = individual log.))
[Emo knows that, logically, there's nothing really awful going on here. His mask is gone - so what? Go to bed, sleep through the day, call in sick to work, it'll be fine after the virus wears off. It has to be a virus too because he doesn't just misplace his eyes. But there are sounds in his house and it's a shitty place with shitty locks and what if the virus has nothing to do with the sounds? What if there's - what if someone's in here and he can't see so he can't fight them off and what if they lock him in a closet and burn the goddamned place down or something? He doesn't know what people might do to him and that's the worst part.
At least he can maybe help out Kirk, and then not focus on this, but shit, he can't just wander around without the goddamned mask because that'll put everyone off their fucking lunch. Dinner. God it's so early in the morning, he could just go to sleep -
He struggles out of his room, moves through the living room by memory and reaches the kitchen, groping around for a towel and throwing it over his face before collapsing into a chair - or, misplacing the chair and instead collapsing to the floor.] Fuck!
At least he can maybe help out Kirk, and then not focus on this, but shit, he can't just wander around without the goddamned mask because that'll put everyone off their fucking lunch. Dinner. God it's so early in the morning, he could just go to sleep -
He struggles out of his room, moves through the living room by memory and reaches the kitchen, groping around for a towel and throwing it over his face before collapsing into a chair - or, misplacing the chair and instead collapsing to the floor.] Fuck!
How Does That Make You Feel?
Jun. 15th, 2009 02:55 pm[Voice post - it sounds like Emo's on the phone with someone, but only his side of the conversation is audible. It sounds like he's rolling back and forth on a computer chair, idly.]
...I mean don't get me wrong, sheriff. It's not like I'm not grateful or nothin'. Shit, far from it. Tranquility or prison isn't exactly a hard choice, LOL.
[A pause.]
I dunno, I'm just - I didn't realize that when y'all said nowhere else, you meant it. You never realize how small this town is until it's goddamned right in your face. [Sheepish pause.] Yeah, I'm sorry. Yo, put a coin in the jar for me and I'll pay you back, if it'll make you feel better.
[He stops rolling, suddenly.] Yeah, I know. Gramps was a real ff- uh, a real jerk. ...No, I dunno why I'm humorin' your stupid swearing problem. ...WTF, you think I just listen to you 'cos you're a sister? Hell nah, sheriff. I'm just feelin' kinda woobie tonight, y'know?
...Yeah, I know I ain't supposed to be drinkin' and I haven't been. Can't a guy talk to a pretty girl once in a while? Woman, right, right. Man, stop makin' me feel young, sheriff, I fuckin' hate that.
[A long pause, with the sound of a muffled lecture from the other end of the phone. Emo's suspiciously silent - he even puts the thing on speakerphone so he can use both hands to type, which you can hear now. There's a woman lecturing him about cursing to a police officer - and in general - on the other end.]
"And you know, you coulda taken some kinda leaf from your Grampa's book. Emo, he was the Typist, and here you are talking like some gangbanger who wouldn't know good language if it came up and bit you!"
[More silence, then-] Shut the fuck up, sheriff, and don't you talk about my grandfather to me.
[There's the sound of the "END" button on his cell getting pressed and then he's back in silence. After a minute, there's a grunt and the sound of plastic dropping onto his desk - sounds like he's taken off his mask.]
Good God, does it hurt. Never shoulda talked back to her. Should've taken prison, at least I didn't get the illusion that I could leave there. Goddamn it, shouldn't even'a called her. The Hell am I doin'?
[The feed ends.]
...I mean don't get me wrong, sheriff. It's not like I'm not grateful or nothin'. Shit, far from it. Tranquility or prison isn't exactly a hard choice, LOL.
[A pause.]
I dunno, I'm just - I didn't realize that when y'all said nowhere else, you meant it. You never realize how small this town is until it's goddamned right in your face. [Sheepish pause.] Yeah, I'm sorry. Yo, put a coin in the jar for me and I'll pay you back, if it'll make you feel better.
[He stops rolling, suddenly.] Yeah, I know. Gramps was a real ff- uh, a real jerk. ...No, I dunno why I'm humorin' your stupid swearing problem. ...WTF, you think I just listen to you 'cos you're a sister? Hell nah, sheriff. I'm just feelin' kinda woobie tonight, y'know?
...Yeah, I know I ain't supposed to be drinkin' and I haven't been. Can't a guy talk to a pretty girl once in a while? Woman, right, right. Man, stop makin' me feel young, sheriff, I fuckin' hate that.
[A long pause, with the sound of a muffled lecture from the other end of the phone. Emo's suspiciously silent - he even puts the thing on speakerphone so he can use both hands to type, which you can hear now. There's a woman lecturing him about cursing to a police officer - and in general - on the other end.]
"And you know, you coulda taken some kinda leaf from your Grampa's book. Emo, he was the Typist, and here you are talking like some gangbanger who wouldn't know good language if it came up and bit you!"
[More silence, then-] Shut the fuck up, sheriff, and don't you talk about my grandfather to me.
[There's the sound of the "END" button on his cell getting pressed and then he's back in silence. After a minute, there's a grunt and the sound of plastic dropping onto his desk - sounds like he's taken off his mask.]
Good God, does it hurt. Never shoulda talked back to her. Should've taken prison, at least I didn't get the illusion that I could leave there. Goddamn it, shouldn't even'a called her. The Hell am I doin'?
[The feed ends.]
