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8th edition.
... That's it? It's over, just like that?
Everyone okay? -
seventh edition//
[screwing with the radio, and not working it so well, so his voice cuts in and out]
Is--right? I don't any kinda--what's goin' on, but--anyone need any help? 'Cause I'm gettin' the--to someplace--.
Mary? Mikaela? You two--okay? -
5th edition.
[Don't ask why he's sleeping outside, still in his clothes, across a park bench. His arm is over his face, he mutters to himself every once in a while. He's starting to wake up but his body is bitterly opposed to this plan. He has the worst headache of his entire life, and he's been punched unconscious once or twice ( Read more... ) -
4th edition.
[Okay, place to live--check. Job--check. Things are actually going better than he ever would've expected. Jack would rather be home, sure, but this is ... okay. For now.
But one thing's missing.]
Anybody know where a guy can get a smoke? -
3rd edition.
[Jack's made his way to Master Street, Corona Civica House--his new home, or so he's been told--and he hasn't quite worked up the nerve to go inside, yet. This place is nicer than any place he'd imagine living in, and the idea of a free place to live boggles him--he's paid rent for every place he's lived in since he was thirteen.This is some kinda ( Read more... ) -
2nd edition.
[bitter-and more importantly, alone-Jack is camping out on the sidewalk, watching people walk by. it really sucks that he's been told he's dead... especially since he doesn't exactly disbelieve it.
so you've got a very dejected looking kid huddled up right here.] -
1st edition.
[wandering the streets, stumbles a bit]
Think it's 'bout time I ... woke up, I guess. Went home. Back to New York. Somethin' like that.
Dave? Ya here? Anyone? -
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