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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: 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 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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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 07:36 pm (UTC)You sound like Lewis.
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 07:44 pm (UTC)He talks a lot of shit, but I like him.
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Date: Monday, June 11th, 2012 07:49 pm (UTC)[ She grins back. ]
And you'll meet people here even weirder than I am, trust me.
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Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 07:04 pm (UTC)[Okay, Steph. He's starting to think you and Richie need some help.]
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Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 07:07 pm (UTC)That's what I'm saying. So it's bullshit. That guy died from something but he's... [Crazy. But Chris is the last person to be talking about anybody's mental state.] yeah.
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