Apr 20, 2009 11:22
It feels like I've had this headache since the dawn of time. I keep swallowing but I can't get rid of that old iron pipe blood taste. I might as well be sucking on a mouthful of pennies.
I don't know where I am. Stupid. You spend a lifetime deconstructing familiarity and then some jackass pulls a trigger and suddenly all you want is to do is cling to something recognizable.
Still, I guess there's something to be said for being the first to wake up, eh?
There's so much I want and so little I need. I think that's my biggest problem, right now.
Where the hell am I?
[ ooc: HEY POLY. I was hoping to start playing yesterday, but then I felt it was perhaps not so wise to jump in during the middle of the big dream curse.
Just so you know: in terms of personalities, Tyler was the first to "wake up" in the City, so he's currently in control. Joe/Jack/Narrator hasn't even begun to stir, so SORRY POLY, you're stuck with this jerk for the time being! ]
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