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discedo_logs2008-02-29 11:33 pm
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take_theride & Sands hey_pistolero & NOW PRESENTING SPECIAL GUEST JAK SPAROE. bringmyhorizon
Where: Sand's apartment (Subject to change)
When: Present
Rating: R for ridiculous language and drug use
Summary: Duke owes Sands...shenanigans ensue. Edit-tits: Jack ruins everything.
the log:
It would be a lie to say that Duke wasn't losing it. Acid was a good drug, but it could give you a bad trip depending on the circumstances. Being lost in a wasteland that looked post-apocalyptic was not the best setting for our hero, but luckily, the apartment was in the same building that he was attempting to stay in. Duke had settled on the third floor. He liked being able to look out over the city and watch things...people. Every little scene, every individual story.
Moving out of his room, suitcase in hand, he paused in the middle of the hallway. Was Sands room 103 or 301? He was a bit hazy, but he eventually made it down to room 103, where he approached the door, knocking twice.
take_theride & Sands hey_pistolero & NOW PRESENTING SPECIAL GUEST JAK SPAROE. bringmyhorizonWhere: Sand's apartment (Subject to change)
When: Present
Rating: R for ridiculous language and drug use
Summary: Duke owes Sands...shenanigans ensue. Edit-tits: Jack ruins everything.
the log:
It would be a lie to say that Duke wasn't losing it. Acid was a good drug, but it could give you a bad trip depending on the circumstances. Being lost in a wasteland that looked post-apocalyptic was not the best setting for our hero, but luckily, the apartment was in the same building that he was attempting to stay in. Duke had settled on the third floor. He liked being able to look out over the city and watch things...people. Every little scene, every individual story.
Moving out of his room, suitcase in hand, he paused in the middle of the hallway. Was Sands room 103 or 301? He was a bit hazy, but he eventually made it down to room 103, where he approached the door, knocking twice.