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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-12-10 02:24 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-12-10 02:24 pm
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Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon
Jim had been on the island long enough to know that everything new that was happening wasn't just a happy coincidence. Something was going down and only time would tell if it was for the good or for the bad. But, he was going to lean towards the bad since that's just how this place seemed to roll.
He wasn't outside, not yet, because he was thumbing through a few things on his phone and trying to figure out if he remembered anything like these guys from back home. He kind of wished he'd paid more attention to politics and organizations that tended to be in the news but he was self absorbed at the best of times.
So, he didn't know. But, he wanted to find out what was going on. He scrolled through a few things on his phone and stuffed some money into his pocket so he could swipe one of those guns downstairs. And then he'd go out, see the sights and all.
[Door cracked/post open]
He wasn't outside, not yet, because he was thumbing through a few things on his phone and trying to figure out if he remembered anything like these guys from back home. He kind of wished he'd paid more attention to politics and organizations that tended to be in the news but he was self absorbed at the best of times.
So, he didn't know. But, he wanted to find out what was going on. He scrolled through a few things on his phone and stuffed some money into his pocket so he could swipe one of those guns downstairs. And then he'd go out, see the sights and all.
[Door cracked/post open]