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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 10:07 pm
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It was midmorning on the fourth day he had awakened from his semi-coma, and Dawson was finally visited by an itch. A bad itch. Not an in his cast itch, though those were unfortunately more common than he wanted, but an I need to get out of here sort of itch. No wonder Chris wanted to get out so bad, the place could just just absolutely mind-numbing.
His first few attempts at getting a hunter's attention didn't quite work. There were very few ways one could roundaboutly ask for an early dismissal when he still clearly needed at least another day or two to get up without feeling lightheaded, and not even up-playing his Simple Southern Boy Charm was enough.
The changing of the shift wouldn't happen for another twenty minutes or so, if someone wasn't running late; he had taken the time to notice during his stay how rotations went. If his puppy eyes didn't work on the next guy, hell...Dawson would start to consider trying to organize a secret escape off Twitter, if his battery lasted long enough. It probably wouldn't, he used the thing too damn much.
He got desperate and leaned towards the window, trying to catch someone's eye.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 12:47 am
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"Who, me?" he asked, looking around with feigned confusion before grinning again. "Nawwww. They jest locked me up 'cause m'too pretty t'let go." He ran his thumb by his face, unsure of what exactly it meant but hoping that enough movies had been absorbed through cultural osmosis that it made him look cool, in spite of the bandages around his forehead and left knee and the sleepless patches around his warm eyes.
"Reward kinda depends on what yer lookin' for. Uh, I got a big jar a'cheese puffs...some runes, like regular n' better than reg stuff...I know my way 'round cleanin', or, uh, I can take yer shift sometime?" He really, really wanted to leave.
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