Mar 21, 2011 00:31
[Private to Parker]
Parker.
[You can hear the fury in his voice.]
What the fuck?
[He's gritting his teeth, and that's nearly audible too, then he sighs a little,]
Never fucking mind. I can't... I can't fucking do this right now. I want my keys back.
[Public]
[He sounds cold. And like he's huddling in a blanket.]
Kitchen clean up. Once I'm warm and fed and been able to sleep, I'll be down there. I'll need anyone able bodied and pretty trustworthy to come help. Yes, I will search you for fucking knives if I have to.
Sorry I couldn't help out with... any of this shit that's gone down. I got... detoured. To a fridge.
[Private to Laura]
You okay? I... I was gonna check on you, but Parker had some fucking shit in her brain and thought locking me in a fridge was a decent fucking plan.
So please tell me you're okay, and you were looked out for or kept your head down, as fuck, I'm sorry I couldn't even send you a message.
((ooc: Again, not back. Just... getting some headstarts in for Paddy and Sexby.))
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