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workbackwards[There's nothing interesting going on here in this rather plain bedroom. Not too many posters, but there are labels on everything that describe actions like turn off the light, make the bed, turn off alarm. In addition to those labels, there's a young man whose alarm clock is blaring at the top of its mechanical lungs until he rolls over and slaps it into silence. He slowly drags himself out of bed, shirtless with a long scar running down from the nape of his neck across his shoulder and down his arm, and shuffles to the closest window, pushing the curtain aside to place his hand against the glass. He stands there for a moment as a confused frown forms on his face, only to shove the drapes back and come face to face with... space. The final frontier.
It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.
He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]
Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!
It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.
He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]
Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 08:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 08:20 pm (UTC)[But what happened right before he got here? Hmm...]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 08:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 08:28 pm (UTC)[Richie. Your interest is not at all comforting.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 08:29 pm (UTC)No, it's not that kind of rehab. It's more like the mental and emotional kind.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC)I... don't know. I don't feel dead.
[It's all fuzzy to him. He needs time to think about it.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:11 pm (UTC)spam!
Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)spam!
Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:20 pm (UTC)You're probably not here because of a car accident.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:24 pm (UTC)[But why is he here? Chris looks down at his bare feet, wiggling his toes as if that'll help him remember.]
I don't know why, though. I know what I was doing, but sometimes I can't remember everything.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:31 pm (UTC)Well, we have a maintenance crew here. And inmates work on the meal shifts. Some help out in the greenhouse, library and other areas. Any of that sound appealing?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:39 pm (UTC)spam!
Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 09:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 01:50 am (UTC)Of course you don't. You're living dead here.
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:34 am (UTC)[Too many books. Too much reading.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:35 am (UTC)spam!
Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:37 am (UTC)[He points to his right temple to indicate his memory problems like it can explain his entire story in one simple movement.]
I was helping a friend do something and then...
[The lightbulb begins to flicker.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)video;
Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)[Mistakes. He's done those. He definitely belongs here then.]
But that guy with my face said we're dead. What's the point?
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)[Chris' favorite word.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:42 am (UTC)Some crazy vampire bitch bit me in the neck and I died.
[WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE, CHRIS? He still has the scars.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:45 am (UTC)Uh... vampires aren't real, though. Just movie shit.
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 12:00 pm (UTC)[...says the guy who remembers nothing other than being bit and dying. But he's still right.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 12:05 pm (UTC)And I thought I was fucked up.
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 12:39 pm (UTC)I'm not crazy.
...anymore.
I'm on shit for that.
[Because this soooo helps his case.]