2nd Complaint

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Grif is sprawled out on a couch in the lobby in such a way that it might constitute furniture abuse, wearing full armor except his helmet, which is sitting on the floor next to the furniture. He's smoking, the picture of lazy contentment. He's already eaten far more than his fill and is digesting. He's writing in his journal, his writing's lazy and a little messy but far from illegible despite smoking with the other hand.]

Okay. I think I know how this works now, you write stuff and other people can see it. Anyway I thought of some crap to tell you.

1) This all might be a really complicated hallucination and I'm in a coma somewhere, but considering I didn't get anything this interesting after I was hit by a tank I kind of doubt it.
2) Apparently there was somebody with my name here before? And who sounded like me? I just know I've never been here and I have no idea who any of you are. I've kind of skimmed some of the old stuff in here a little bit and... I guess this guy could've been me. I mean he sounds like me and he thinks like I do and... I guess... but I don't remember any of that.

I don't actually care what you think about if that was me or wasn't me because I don't even know anymore, but if you knew me before, can we just start over? And besides, I hate having to read.

So, in conclusion:
Hi, castle. I'm Grif.

(OOC: Journal or running across him in the lobby's fine.)

Comments

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Hello Grif, I'm Del~

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

Hi Del. Is that a nickname? [He's hoping it's not short for Delaware or something. He's seriously sick of freelancers already.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Mm, for Delirium. Is Grif?

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

No. It's my last name. First name's Dexter but nobody calls me that.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Why not?

((ooc: By the way, love the PB. Memento was so awesome~))

[alwaysf-aithful.livejournal.com]

[no Chris isn't saying I told you so, why would you think that?]

So you finally figured it out that isn't not a hallucination?

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

Jury's still out, but I'm starting to get attached to thinking of you as a figment of my imagination.

[alwaysf-aithful.livejournal.com]

[Frowns and then is slightly sarcastic.]

Gee, thanks Grif.

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Grif smirks.]

No problem man, it's what I do. I give.

[sent_farfaraway]

[things have relatively calmed down for the moment, and Hey! the swellings kinda gone down around her jaw]

The one time you're actually early somewhere. [amused laugh, paired with a wince]

You don't know me, so we can get that out of the way, but I knew you when you were here before. I'm Ruby, we were pretty good friends. [leaves out the with benefits part since that's officially confusing her at the moment since her "boyfriend" is Lucifer at the moment]

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey, talking. He can do that. Wow this is weird though.]

Friends, huh?

Then you probably already know this, but I like eating, sleeping, and not getting shot at.

[sent_farfaraway]

[Ruby likes to think of it as speakerphone]

I'm well aware of all of those things. We used to hang out a lot, you were always good for naps and not caring about anything that was going on.

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[It's more talking to a stranger that seems to know him that's weird, though the journals are pretty weird too. He laughs.]

Yeah, that sounds like me. Good times, then.

[Then he sighs.]

Hey, can I ask you something? How many freelancers are here?

[encryptedlock]

You got hit with a tank?

Christ, you really are a cockroach, aren't you?

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a tank. Sarge had to put me back together.

And I resent that!

[encryptedlock]

Sounds messy. You're lucky you lived.

Yeah, yeah. Say it isn't true.

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

Yeah and I got the scars to prove it.

And Simmons' lungs and stuff.

And do I look like I have six legs to you?

[diedforthiswar.livejournal.com]

[Clanking armor down the hall and ohhh no, he missed Grif's first entry but obviously the Powers That Be demand that they meet and ASAP.]

Hey Grif. Having fun with your paper radio?

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[He looks up. Look Grif, it's your old cellmate!]

You're here too?!

[diedforthiswar.livejournal.com]

[Please. He's been trying so hard to repress that memory.]

Not that I wanna be, but yeah.

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Grif quirks an eyebrow.]

Why not? It's better than that hellhole of a canyon.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

How long did you spend rehearsing that little number?

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

You don't have to rehearse writing things.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Well, I would say "drafted", but I know that's too much work for you.

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

Well who pissed in your cheerios?