{If you are wandering about the halls of the eastern side of the US, you'll notice a bunch of noise. It's faint at first, like someone is kicking something. Then it comes flying at you, a wastepaper basket. It hit's the unsuspecting wall at an alarming speed; leaving a dent in it's wake. The angered city beings to shout in Italian, landing another punch to the wall. Unlike his father, Josh doesn't punch walls barehanded, he uses his boxing gloves he got for his birthday.
Leaving holes in his studios wall, the news can be heard in the background, the newscaster is talking about the recent SEPTA
Strike}
FUCKING GREEDY ASS PIGS!!!! THIS SHIT IS ALL ABOUT MONEY! IS THIS ALL THEY CAN THINK OF!? WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKING PEOPLE?
THE KIDS THAT NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL, THE ELDERLY THAT HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO RELY ON TO TAKE THEM PLACES!?
FUCK THIS SHIT, I WANT OUT HQ!!!
THEY NEED ME!
[ooc: Septa, Southeastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority, has went on strike. The city is basically on lock down. The regional rails, they go to the suburbs, are the only means of transportation that is running. It's a madhouse, and today one of those trains caught on fire. I don't know how long this is going to last, but I have a feeling they will never reach an agreement anytime soon. so until then, I'm stuck walking everywhere...thanks SEPTA.]