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jigoku_logs2013-05-31 07:25 pm
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my auntie told her i kissed a soldier
[ WHO ]: EVERYONE
[ WHERE ]: ALL OVER THE APARTMENTS
[ WHEN ]: FROM 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 27TH UNTIL 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 3RD
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN
[ RATING ]: PG for now, will update if needs be.
[ WARNINGS ]: Nothing right now, will be updated if content makes it so.
[ NOTES ]: Okay everyone! Use this as a gigantic mingle log with the dolls. Leap into likely threads or post up private threads, no one minds! Let's just go for it.
HOLLA. GO FOR IT. Put the day your thread occurs on in the comment of your thread, but everything else is up to you!
[ WHERE ]: ALL OVER THE APARTMENTS
[ WHEN ]: FROM 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 27TH UNTIL 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 3RD
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN
[ RATING ]: PG for now, will update if needs be.
[ WARNINGS ]: Nothing right now, will be updated if content makes it so.
[ NOTES ]: Okay everyone! Use this as a gigantic mingle log with the dolls. Leap into likely threads or post up private threads, no one minds! Let's just go for it.
HOLLA. GO FOR IT. Put the day your thread occurs on in the comment of your thread, but everything else is up to you!
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That would have been so cool. And clever, too. Dammit, why hadn't he done it? But, hand in hand with Garry and bolting down the second-floor hallway, he doesn't have time to lament it too badly. The cut on his leg flashes pain with every motion and the dull, constant throb from his still healing lips and cheeks chime in with it.
He lets go of his hand at the stairwell and scrapes the door shut behind them, taking a moment to lean on the railing and puff out his breath.]
N-never going to like dolls again...
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for the moment, he's given up, now that they're safe(?) and alone.
he gives up, for now. he'll be strong again soon, but right now he just needs to cry. ]
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Nothhing to bhve sorry abhvout. [Nothing to be sorry about. And he means it, too.]
It's okay.
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Not. You.
[It's frustrating, he wants to say more, but it hurts. Damn it, and he'd left his phone in his apartment, when that horrible doll...
Dolls.
The hallways door bulges outwards.]
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...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making you speak too much, relax, alri- [ he yelps, and jumps to his feet, as he sees the door bulge out.
keeping Once-ler safe was his top priority now- he was wounded much more deeply than he himself was. carefully he'll secure his rose to his lapel, and reach for Once-ler's hand again. ]
Down the stairs?
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A blur of orange and a something white - he screeches to a halt as his own doll lands on the stairs. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't terrifying.
With a yelp, he kicks the Lorax as hard as he can.]
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[ he moves to put himself between Once' and the orange Lorax doll to protect him if it strikes again. ]
Keep heading down!
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