006:: Jason Todd:: [video]
[Heeeeelllooo, world. This is Jason, he looks a little tired, but more relaxed than he's been in a while. His wrist is still a little banged up, but the bandages are gone, and there are auburn red roots sticking out from under his short black hair. Over all, it's kind of an odd affect.]
There are about a million things this place doesn't have. I'm sure you've heard me and a few dozen others bitch about them but since the doctors have notice I tend to go ham on lists, and I just hate to disappoint, here's another.
[He smirks and holds up the index finger of the hand with that banged up wrist.]
First is totally cigarettes. I'm a sucker for parliaments, but I'd settle for some Camels or even a Newport, even though the filters are pretty fucking terrible. Anyway, the alcohol deprivation wouldn't be half bad if I wasn't jonsing for a smoke now too. But y'know, whatever. Fuck my life, whatever.
[His middle finger joins the index finger. Hey look, it's a peace-sign.]
Second is probably a pizza from Old Ray's on Mulberry and C. Don't think that one really requires much explanation.
[And a third finger.]
Cherry coke. Fuck you, it's a better than classic and doesn't have the shitty aftertaste of cherry Dr. Pepper. Plus Dr. Pepper has cherry in it already, so I never go the point.
[And finally a forth finger. This list stuff is actually pretty easy to act out.]
Hair dye. Chicks can kind of pull off the dark roots with bleached out hair thing sometimes. Guys too, although then it's got a real tendency to look trashy. Light roots with dark hair, though? Fucking stupid looking.
[His brow furrows and his eyes lift up as though he's trying to glare at his hairline. It's kind of ineffective though, so Jay gives up after less than ten seconds.]
Anyway, if you're smart, you probably got that I'd be willing to barter for any of the above. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I'm in the market for cigs, pizza, cherry coke, and hair dye, a sharpie marker, or anything else that'll cover this abomination. I'm a pretty talented guy and could offer you a fuck ton of booze, useful information, or assorted services. ... Not like that, Grayson.
Also, Docs? Hope this makes my list quota for the week. Like I say, I just hate being a disappointment.
[He makes a gesture that's sort of like tipping a hat? But completely half-assed and generally lazy before cutting the feed.]
There are about a million things this place doesn't have. I'm sure you've heard me and a few dozen others bitch about them but since the doctors have notice I tend to go ham on lists, and I just hate to disappoint, here's another.
[He smirks and holds up the index finger of the hand with that banged up wrist.]
First is totally cigarettes. I'm a sucker for parliaments, but I'd settle for some Camels or even a Newport, even though the filters are pretty fucking terrible. Anyway, the alcohol deprivation wouldn't be half bad if I wasn't jonsing for a smoke now too. But y'know, whatever. Fuck my life, whatever.
[His middle finger joins the index finger. Hey look, it's a peace-sign.]
Second is probably a pizza from Old Ray's on Mulberry and C. Don't think that one really requires much explanation.
[And a third finger.]
Cherry coke. Fuck you, it's a better than classic and doesn't have the shitty aftertaste of cherry Dr. Pepper. Plus Dr. Pepper has cherry in it already, so I never go the point.
[And finally a forth finger. This list stuff is actually pretty easy to act out.]
Hair dye. Chicks can kind of pull off the dark roots with bleached out hair thing sometimes. Guys too, although then it's got a real tendency to look trashy. Light roots with dark hair, though? Fucking stupid looking.
[His brow furrows and his eyes lift up as though he's trying to glare at his hairline. It's kind of ineffective though, so Jay gives up after less than ten seconds.]
Anyway, if you're smart, you probably got that I'd be willing to barter for any of the above. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I'm in the market for cigs, pizza, cherry coke, and hair dye, a sharpie marker, or anything else that'll cover this abomination. I'm a pretty talented guy and could offer you a fuck ton of booze, useful information, or assorted services. ... Not like that, Grayson.
Also, Docs? Hope this makes my list quota for the week. Like I say, I just hate being a disappointment.
[He makes a gesture that's sort of like tipping a hat? But completely half-assed and generally lazy before cutting the feed.]