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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-04-04 07:12 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-04-04 07:12 pm
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Room 222 | Thursday Evening
This week was starting to get ridiculous. There was only so many times Jim could run around the island without just getting bored of running. It worked, sure, but he wanted more than that.
So, he was frustrated like half the freaking island. And he was doing nothing about it currently because he didn't know what he wanted to do about it. He was sitting on his bed, paging through his phone and wondering who he might call to entertain him.
He had far too few numbers in his phone. He'd need to fix that. Soon.
[Mostly for one person but open before her!]
So, he was frustrated like half the freaking island. And he was doing nothing about it currently because he didn't know what he wanted to do about it. He was sitting on his bed, paging through his phone and wondering who he might call to entertain him.
He had far too few numbers in his phone. He'd need to fix that. Soon.
[Mostly for one person but open before her!]