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twatular.livejournal.com) wrote in
paradisalost2008-10-08 03:52 pm
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Bit of light reading back through this magical journal tells me more or less everything I need to know. Handy, this: I was here already. Left the morning I showed up, actually, and I guess what Tosh said is true, 'cos the last time I was here I was dead. Undead. Whatever the hell you want to call it. Wandering around with a load of useless organs, unable to drink, sleep or have sex. Just living on borrowed time by some... fucking... freak accident. Fuck.
I need a drink.
[dictated; his voice is quiet, though his tone shows some anger/fear/something even though he's trying for casual] So what, exactly, was the point of lying to me, Jack?
((ooc: I've got work 5-10 (6-11 am tomorrow for you xD) but I'll get tags when I'm back. ♥))
I need a drink.
[dictated; his voice is quiet, though his tone shows some anger/fear/something even though he's trying for casual] So what, exactly, was the point of lying to me, Jack?
((ooc: I've got work 5-10 (6-11 am tomorrow for you xD) but I'll get tags when I'm back. ♥))

Owen /brb missing you ;;
Jack
Owen
Jack
You're saying there's something worse than having no place amongst the living or the dead? Just being a festering sack of flesh and organs past its expiry date?
Owen
It's worse watching all those you care about grow old and die, while you stay exactly the same.
Jack
I was talking about me, Jack. You said it gets worse.
Owen
Do you want to know?
Jack
Owen
Jack
Any good bars around?