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pursuedthestars) wrote2014-01-28 09:08 am
pursuedthestars) wrote2014-01-28 09:08 am
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Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon
Look down, you big clown.
Jim...didn't recognize that voice. He'd been sitting at his desk, playing one of those idiotic games on his phone and the sound of that voice had him spinning around in his chair, looking for who might have dared to call him a clown. Room was empty though.
He got up and went to peer in the hall. Empty too. "Hello? Someone just call me a clown?" he shouted down the hall anyway.
People are gross! C'mon, make some toast!
"What?" Yep, still shouting down the hall like an idiot when he could clearly see there was no one around to say these things. "Who's saying that?"
Toast, toast, toast is good with roast.
Jim frowned and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know why he was suddenly both irritated and hungry. He wanted some toast.
[Open door and post. Ah, talkytoaster. You are missed, you annoying toaster, you.]
Jim...didn't recognize that voice. He'd been sitting at his desk, playing one of those idiotic games on his phone and the sound of that voice had him spinning around in his chair, looking for who might have dared to call him a clown. Room was empty though.
He got up and went to peer in the hall. Empty too. "Hello? Someone just call me a clown?" he shouted down the hall anyway.
People are gross! C'mon, make some toast!
"What?" Yep, still shouting down the hall like an idiot when he could clearly see there was no one around to say these things. "Who's saying that?"
Toast, toast, toast is good with roast.
Jim frowned and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know why he was suddenly both irritated and hungry. He wanted some toast.
[Open door and post. Ah, talkytoaster. You are missed, you annoying toaster, you.]