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

[diedforthiswar.livejournal.com]

Alright then, who is he? [Does not trust Grif for a second on that.]

...God what is it with you people and the pizza.

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Grif reaches over to flick his cigarette into an ash trey on the end table nearest his couch, then takes a drag.]

Wash? Easy. He's a freelancer. [All you need to know, Church! Haven't you heard they're all pissy and insane?]

...You don't like pizza?

[INFIDEL!]

[diedforthiswar.livejournal.com]

It's great that no matter what time you come from you're still a fucking idiot, Red. [He would agree, but that would just give Tex a reason to nutpunch him.]

I don't really care either way, but it's like the only thing, or at least the first thing, you guys ask this castle to conjure up for you is pizza. There are other kinds of food, you know.

[SILENCE, MEAT THING. :|]

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Grif would react to that, but Church is just a Blue. Blues do that. It's how the world works.]

I'll have you know York sent me the first pizza.

I got the second one myself.

[diedforthiswar.livejournal.com]

[That's right baby, the abuse is all part of the circle of life.]

That makes it different how again? It's still pizza.

[and then shortly after that he just visor palms some more.] ...God, why the fuck am I arguing over food with you?