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[righthereskeith]

Shit. Didn't get that MP3 player and a bunch of other things... like a new computer and with us bein' seen... last thing I'd want is to steal somethin' fuckin' expensive and then have the cops after me. I am not getting a job. I played shop keeper once and bag boy another time and it's not happenin' again.

Food is one thing but... tch.

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[stained_wing]

If being dead was a qualification for being here, I think there's a few people who wouldn't have made the trip.

[righthereskeith]

[gonna be inching away a bit. PLZ DON'T HURT ME] But that's what we all were told, people used to go around telling everyone they were dead.

[stained_wing]

[Seems in almost a good mood, for a change...] Perhaps to start with people had to die... unless I died and never knew it.

[righthereskeith]

I don't know but whatever it is, this place has some kind of connection with death. With the fact that most people are dead then when you die here you only come back.

[stained_wing]

That's the most frustrating thing about this place! It's impossible to get an ounce of work done without someone coming back and ruining everything! [SUDDENLY RAGE]

[righthereskeith]

[DX< JUST GONNA BE BACKING UP MORE]

[stained_wing]

There's no satisfaction for a job well - where are you going?

[righthereskeith]

I don't want any more broken bones?

[stained_wing]

I don't feel any terribly pressing need to give you compound fractures right now... though I suppose I could easily enough...

[righthereskeith]

.....Really? [lulz he's shocked a bit that she isn't gonna hurt him but as the same time YAY \o/]

[stained_wing]

I'm feeling magnaminous today. Enjoy it while it lasts. I'll make sure to set an appointment for you later...