[RL - Somewhere in Florida]

[wittywitwicky]

[ooc: So, Sam's been given a moderate beating in his attempts to locate Frenzy, and has been told in no uncertain terms that he better not try it again. Now he's broke, hurt, and unhappy. Aw~]*slumps against a wall in a crappy, empty warehouse, most of his things strewn around him, looking pretty miserable

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[wittywitwicky]

*takes, like, a lot of the pills*

No, it's okay, really. I'll just sit here, awake. With a headache that might kill me. It's fine.

*flops back down in the seat, cringes again*

You know, Frenzy said I better not try anything like that again, or he'd... I don't know, man, mess me up worse. That'd suck a lot...

[wittywitwicky]

*slow shrug*

Doesn't matter. S'not like you guys can find him anyway...

[wittywitwicky]

And even if you could... I--don't remember I where I was going with this. Are you sure I can't sleep?

[wittywitwicky]

... You're going too fast.

[wittywitwicky]

And that's not any better...

*eyes drifting shut, just let me sleeeeeep*

[wittywitwicky]

*startled awake, again*

You're crazy.

*not particularly concerned by the craziness, but still*

[wittywitwicky]

... Where are we going?