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jungeverloren

Lost as a Lark [_call_me_snake_]

Jan 03, 2009 21:56

He’d tried to kill Ger. That was all he could really remember of have had happened. It was a piss poor excuse for why he was leaned against the only payphone for five blocks, but there he was, trying to remember any number that could come to mind ( Read more... )

where: new york, rp, ic, who: snake

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_call_me_snake_ January 4 2009, 04:11:52 UTC

The first voice that picked up was feminine.

"You have reached Viper Custom Cars and Motorcycles. We are not in the office right now. Please press 1 to leave a message or stay on the line to be forwarded to our out of the office number."

The line went quiet after that then started to ring once more. Snake was furious still but getting exhausted. He couldn't find any trace of Mat aside from the guy who had given him a hard time. He picked u the phone angry over the unknown number.

"WHAT?

jungeverloren January 4 2009, 04:30:53 UTC

He hated that voice, the answering machines. But then minute Snake yelled through the phone, Mathis dearly wanted the woman's grating voice to come back. He regretted, a little, calling Snake then.

"I'm lost," he mumbled out, trying to take a deep breath. "I tried to shoot him, and some cop...I don't where I am."

God, he was never getting drunk again.

_call_me_snake_ January 4 2009, 05:08:59 UTC

Snake wasn't sure whether to be pissed or relieved. In the end he was both.

Where the fucking hell are you?

jungeverloren January 4 2009, 05:20:58 UTC

He found the address, or rather he read the street signs off to Snake slowly, as if his brain was still trying to figure out what it wanted to focus on more. His headache, the phone, or the worry that was twisting deep inside.

"I don't....I don't know how to get to the hospital. I have to...before someone arrest me." He needed to sit, he knew that much. "Snake, I wanted to kill him...I tried. I really tried."

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toldfairytales January 6 2009, 03:39:29 UTC

Nat sighed, walking over and plopping on the edge of the bed near him, settling her hands into her lap. Really she could care less about him seeing the bruises right now and it wasn't like he'd notice anyway..right? "My father kicked me out that night." She shrugged a bit, letting her hair cover her face. Oh she didn't want to say it... "I was at first? I have..no idea why? I guess...I guess I knew you were going with Bob and the whole kiss at midnight thing just...it's dumb. I know. I can admit it."

jungeverloren January 6 2009, 04:04:11 UTC

"So it is my fault." He almost rolled his eyes as he sat and pulled his shirt off. Sliding off the bed, he toss the balled up garmet aside before he rubbed his stomach. "I have to shower...are you sure you don't want anything?"

toldfairytales January 6 2009, 04:08:12 UTC

"No, it's NOT your fault." She gave a frustrated mumble and just....puffed up slightly and then winced. Ow. Bad move. BAD...she folded her arms around her stomach. She waved him towards the bathroom "Go, I still have some of your clothes here. You'll have something to wear." She shook her head. "I'll be fine. I just need to do something..."

jungeverloren January 6 2009, 04:14:24 UTC

"Well you are right, it is your fault. But what good does that do, eh? They..they always say not blame victim. Yes well, not blaming victim, so fine. It is mine, because if you had not been mad at me, you would not have run away to him, because obviously calling me would be too terrible. Glad to know that all my problems you want to deal with, but was? I cannot handle your's?" He scoffed a little, shaking his head as he headed toward the bathroom. He would probably be beat over the head for this, but....damn it.

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