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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 06:37 pm (UTC)I can't be in jail. They told me it was just an accident and that no one was at fault! It's been a long time!
[Even though he knows that the fault was truly his. What he doesn't remember just yet is that the true crime is the bank robbery, not the car crash.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC)It's okay, it's not really like jail- [ Steph you aren't helping WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ]
Who was it that told you it wasn't anyone's fault?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)Everybody! But it's a lie! It was my fault. I was driving. I don't even remember.
[Hello, Steph. He is now crying. First day in and Chris has already broken down. This is going really well.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:50 pm (UTC)It's. Um. I mean, accidents happen, I'm sure you didn't...
Good job, Steph.
Just... just hold on, okay? I'm gonna go find you.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC)He's dead. Finally dead. Long after the crash. And now he is going to truly pay for what he did.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:04 pm (UTC)My room.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:07 pm (UTC)Do you know what number it is? What floor?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:10 pm (UTC)Apartment 2-F.
[Which is not the same room he is in now. Chris, you can do better than this. Get up, wipe your face, and open the door again and read what it says on the outside. You're not as pathetic as you think you are.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:12 pm (UTC)But she'll do it. She goes through the halls, knocking on doors she doesn't recognize and calling for him. Arthur called him Chris, right? ]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:20 pm (UTC)Here!
[He says through the door. Give him a minute to shuffle around to getting to that part.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:27 pm (UTC)spam!
Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:38 pm (UTC)Hi?
[That seems to work.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC)I just wanted to make sure you weren't, you know, hurt or anything.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 07:50 pm (UTC)[He looks wholly embarrassed because he cried in front of a girl who then came and rescue him like he was Rapunzel or Snow White or whatever other fairytale Lewis makes him practice sequencing on. Damn it.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 08:25 pm (UTC)spam!
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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: 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 02:43 pm (UTC)spam!
Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 04:50 pm (UTC)[He practically spits the word out at her.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 05:39 pm (UTC)I didn't say you had to be.
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 07:05 pm (UTC)[Irrational anger, ahoy.]
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