You know, sometimes this place reminds me of the orphanage. Wasn't easy living there...we had it rough....but we got by. Little things would help. Things we could get away with, y'know? And when it snowed, we'd just pile on whatever we could find to wear, 'n go outside and play in it 'til it got dark and the nuns yelled at us ( Read more... )

It's like this.

[Jackie has his back to the communicator, smoking on the Horton rooftop. It's not quite clear if he's turned it on on purpose or not. Either way, he takes a drag and continues.]

Some people...some...bad people, are....born that way. S'all there is to it ( Read more... )

Okay, okay, I'm posting, don't shock me.

Gabbers - s'gone, isn't he. Well. Good for him. Good for you, man. Hey, can I talk to the police, then? Something important...

Johnny. Talk to me, kiddo.

...yeah ( Read more... )

They aren't real. Or maybe they were, kiddies. I know mine was. Won't ever forget that.

But they're gone now. You ain't hurt. So relax.

....

[ooc: PS I THINK JASDERO IS WITH JACKIE AND FAMILY IN HORTON 305 NOW. PLAY NICE, CHILDREN, OR JACKIE WILL SCOLD.]