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[failed_alchemy]

*kicks a can angrily down the street as he walks along. It's well into the evening, but he's restless and bored. REALLY bored. Feel free to poke him.*

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[automailmaker]

*Accidentally steps on his can as she walks by*

Uh, oops? Sorry?

[failed_alchemy]

*stops. About to snap and flail, but hey--it's Winry. Flailing is inadvisable.*

Hey. It's fine...I can find another one.

[automailmaker]

Really? Why would you want to, though?

Is that all you have to entertain yourself with?

[failed_alchemy]

Sort of, yeah.

Just a boring night. And I'm running out of ideas on how to get out of here.

[daskindwartot]

*has been wandering around, himself - blood covering him, as usual...and nibbling on his hand slightly - but making a face while he does it XD*

...

Edward?

*stops - oh. Oh shit.

...he was pretty hungry D:*

[failed_alchemy]

*glances up at the voice. Huh. Another Alfons. But this one is... is....*

...A-Alfons?!

*all he can see is the bloodstains all over his shirt...old bloodstains, but even so...*

Are you okay? What happened?

[daskindwartot]

Oh, this? This is...all...mine. Haha...

*ohgoddon'tcomecloser D:*

[failed_alchemy]

*too bad. He is. D: He's concerned!*

All yours?! *looking him over, feeling his shoulders* Alfons...where are you hurt?

[onholyground]

...another one. Jeez, this place is confusing.

[failed_alchemy]

...There's about five hundred of us running around this place. Get used to it. *another can kick*

[onholyground]

I guess I'm gonna have no choice in the matter.

What're you so pissed off about?

[failed_alchemy]

...I'm running out of ideas on how to get out of this place.