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[Cal sees the words through shadows on the wall; they were painted on with something-- what?-- before painted over with cheap water-based blue. He leans closer, and... well, he scratches before sniffing the letters before him.]

Dude, that's weird.

Smell is the most sensitive of our senses. [Not that a normal human ( Read more... )

I think I told everyone everything I'm ashamed of. Thing about curses is, stay here long enough, and you'll be hit every which way. I don't know. Shit. I mean ( Read more... )

Honestly?

Because I was drunk. It's not a good reason, and it's not like I stand by it or anything, but that's 100% why.

My old English proffessor'd say that was ironic, because I can't get drunk any more.

Ha.

[ooc Just gueeeess. If it's any consolation, he's, uh, cheering up?]

Oookay, I'm gonna miss my plane. Fun.

I have questions!

Who the hell are you?

Where the hell is this?

...Why are all the windows plexiglass... it looks like shatter proof?

Where the hell is my cat?

Can I keep these awesome textbooks?

[ooc Cal, from Texas.]

If you know me, you know what I regret. I don't wanna talk about it.

Two more months, and I'll have been here for a whole year. Damn.

We should party. Except, without the party part.

Fuck this!

...If you won't cooperate, I'll...

Jus- just don't touch my stuff, okay?

[ooc Morgan, the nymphomaniac who gave Cal his parasite in the first place ♥]