You all right, Little Momma?

[What's that noise? Why it's Hancock tearing through his door with a bed. You see, he's currently handcuffed to his bed and he can't seem to break the damn thing. So he broke out of his room and is now sitting on his bed in front of the elevator cause lol he doesn't know how to get anywhere now. Stupid bed.]

Damnit. What the fuck is this?

[Yeah, he's out of the brig. The flowers are still on his head. But that doesn't bother him. He's kind of worried about that girl he helped earlier. What's happened to her? He wants to ask, but like hell if he will.]

...Fuck this shit.

[Click! He's in Sergei's and drinking like a boss. Who'da figured that?]

So I got a question for you pricks.

[No it does not occur to Hancock that calling people 'pricks' generally do not incline them to help you.]

How do you know where you come from?

[Damn that doesn't even make any sense.]

Like...how do you know what you call home is really home?

[There's an audible 'fuck' after that before the transmission dies ( Read more... )

[What's that you hear, fellow Elegante passenger? Why it's the sound of your neighborhood asshole hitting golf balls into the water. He found a whole suitcase of them and a driver on deck 12. He's hitting them out to sea one by one. He's not even bothering to listen to the splash or check the distance, because as soon as they're up in the air, they ( Read more... )

[For the first time since his arrival, Hancock's not drunk. Or on his way to get drunk.

The feed cuts on and is steady. The first thing you passengers see is the blue sky, then you get a glimpse of the deck far below somebody's big ass feet.]

Well how d'you work the damn thing.

[Finally Hancock's face~ He hasn't shaved. But he doesn't look ( Read more... )

[Snoring. That's all you're gonna hear. Hancock's laying on his comm, down in that very same booth in Sergei's. There's about 6 more empty bottles.

His beanie's down over his eyes.]

The booze is 'bout the only good thing on this rusty shit box.

[He's down in Sergei's stretched out in a booth. There's about three bottles on the table. Two have been drained dry and he's working his way through the third.]

[There's some rustling as the comm is jostled on. After a moment or two of silence, there's snoring. Loud snoring. Hancock is on his side, sleeping off his latest hangover. Are you being disturbed, Fellow Elegante Passenger? WELL TOO BAD! Hancock really doesn't care. That is until he's woken up.

He groans. Ugh. Pounding headache.]The hell do you ( Read more... )