May 20, 2010 04:05
[Private to Tony]
[Whatever was here is so deeply scratched out as to be completely illegible]
[Filtered to Irene, Bruce, Facilier, Sark, McCullen... ...BASICALLY IF YOU'RE SOMEONE BELA CONSIDERS A FRIEND WORTHWHILE ASSOCIATE, YOU'RE ON THIS FILTER.]
Come to my room. I don't care where you are. Do it.
brb avoiding a meltdown,
just let the axe fall already,
my own personal hell is right here,
i am not worried stfu,
demons ruin everything ever,
irene is my biffle,
bela is not amused
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Uh. ...Um, I. Wh-why exactly should I be going? ...Exactly?
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[And so he puts on his hobo hat and heads down even though the AWKWARD is still out there. Lurking. Much like Jaws, though without the orchestral sound of doom (but Bruce can imagine that well enough on his own so the effect is still there).
Since Bruce is such a fit bitch, it doesn't take long before he's knocking on the door.]
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Anyway. Soon as he stops himself, he stays in that exact spot lest he unknowingly intrude. Of course, as he's been invited in, that might not happen, but better safe than sorry. Bruce is just one big stick of UNCOMFORTABLE.] Yes, I ah. I can see that now, because of all the, um. Yes. ...So, er, w- What exactly is this?
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In the meantime he just blankly watches her move out of the corner of his eye. And theeeeeeere's the start of some panic beyond the WTF factor of it all.] Uh... Thi- Your cabin is safe from all that? R-right?
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[He takes a minute to calm himself down, letting the part of his brain that's still going BUT DEMONS AREN'T REAL run around in circles and focusing the rest on the practicality side of this.] Well, then, what's. Uh. What's the worst this, um, it can do?
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