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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 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: 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 11:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 12:42 pm (UTC)[Because if you're talking about vampires being real, even Chris has to question whether being dead and on the Barge qualifies you for regular refills.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 12:47 pm (UTC)[Which...probably doesn't sound as convincing as it could. Blame 4th wall day, that screwed him up but good.]
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 04:49 pm (UTC)Vampires still aren't real.
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Date: Tuesday, June 12th, 2012 01:46 am (UTC)[WHY DON'T PEOPLE EVER BELIEVE HIM he knows the difference between the shit that's not real and the shit that is now.]
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Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 10:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, June 14th, 2012 12:38 am (UTC)