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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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David decides to turn towards home, he had hoped he could start his debt repayment immediately, when he realized that he never actually took the mp3 player. David decides he will run back to the store grab the MP3 from dario and then head home to sleep.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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oh well dejected and unamused david sets off for home to rest maybe early tomorrow he will head out to the dead guys house after breakfast and hope he makes it there before the relatives.
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Your bed is comfy. This pleases the David.
Time: 10:30AM, Sunday(Day 2). That was a good nap, full of strange dreams with dancing DJs listening to the earth while wearing spiffy boots. Sadly, there is work to be done, and eating breakfast doesn't qualify as work.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; 09-26-2010 at 10:55 PM. |
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UP and at em, I always say, ok no i don't sunday mornings usually suck ass for me. I am never up before noon. Which means...I am excited. I look over to the side of the bed and grab up the business card and the address. I grab up my shirt and tie and pair of jeans and look around for something that is innocuous that can be used as a weapon...books, remote, Samurai sword....nah...well...Maybe I can call it like I did my pillow. ehh not important this is probably gonna be an easy pick up. I grab wallet, keys, pda phone off the charger and head to the subway station. My first assignment awaits... I am so excited!
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The hobo at the entrance to the station gives you a long, soft look, as if trying to determine whether you're made of beer. Deciding that you're non-alcoholic, he rolls back over and goes to sleep.
Welcome to the New Haven subway station! Where do you want to go?
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Which train goes to the north about 5 miles from the City limits?" He asks the hobo, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a buck for the old man. "How you feeling today old timer, if your still here on the way back maybe I'll pick you up some lunch." David looks to the subway map trying to figure out the best way to get where he has to go.
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"Yellow line, man." He proceeds to effuse, in a variety of strange words, that he feels like a broken down car with leather seats. Whatever that means.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Thanks" David Heads to the ticket counter and pays his fare, heads to stand on the yellow line platform and wait for the train to come in. Being in the mood that he is in he is constantly checking down the rail line to see if the train is coming.
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You're in a crowd, with a mass of very boring people. Stuffy old lady... check. Snide businessman... check. Guy who smells like too many cats... check.
Ah, there we go, train! Your freedom is at hand. Though you note the train has the same glowy nonsense about it like Dario's door. Now you're left wondering how someone could possibly come up with a magical version of a subway train. They work just fine on their own, right?
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"hmm that is interesting" David says out loud... then realizes that he was not alone, he moves toward the not yet opened doors of the train. i wonder why the train is so crowded early on a sunday morning. Where are all these people going? Church? is there some mystical sunday ritual that happens that I always sleep through because I am hung over? He nudges the passenger next to him."why's the train so crowded today is it always like this on a sunday?"
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"Yes, it always is. Now shut up." The horrible man goes back to attempting to nap, dreaming sweet revenge against your talkative nature as the train starts moving.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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