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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:20 pm
Jerry groaned, nearly knocked off his feet this time with the most recent slap. Deep breaths. Could be worse. Just play it by ear. "A-alright um." He pushed the door open and low and behold, there was a bunkbed. Everything was mostly how he had left it, except for the laundry that had been kicked aside for construction. The room had the stagnant feel of a man who had simply given up for several weeks straight, what few clothes he owned left where they lay, garbage overflowing, a broken mushroom-shaped lamp sitting on the desk waiting for mending although he hadn't had the heart to start even looking for glue. Still, his lone, ancient Little Shop of Horrors poster up on the wall, unconfiscated.
It felt empty without his guitar, but he was dealing.
"Uh. H-home sweet home, right? Ahahaha..." Immediately, he began tidying up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:23 pm
 "Jerry...bro... we've got some work to do."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:26 pm
"I'm... I'm usually a lot tidier I swear! Everyone has a bad day now and then-" He tried to defend. Although it had been a bad day that had stretched into... a bad everything. Even so, his face was red as he shoved his laundry into the closet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:30 pm
"Jerry...this isn't a bad day. This is an imbalanced spirit, a darkened ******** heart. Now find your ******** Jerry Place because we're cleaning this s**t up right now!" The large man shoved the Intermediate into the room and closed the door behind them with ominous finality.
Killzone wasn't going to be going anywhere for quite awhile, Jerry.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:37 pm
"I... I'm on it, sir!" He managed, suddenly aware there were going to be a lot more bruises in his near future. "Just um... um give me a few minutes! M-make yourself er... at home?" He offered. The place was so small, it felt even smaller with Killzone taking up half the room. If Robert dropped in, they would be locked into some sort of contorted state of taking up every inch of space by personality alone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:44 pm
Killzone shook his head and tsked sadly, "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry...this isn't a matter of a few minutes. We're gonna use the rest of the day, bro. Gotta get us some kick a** feng shui going, ********!" The Life hunter pumped his fist and pulled Jerry in for a manly chest bump. There was already a section cleared by the hunters unfortunate enough to have to assemble the bunkbed, and he started in on that with terrible, energetic gusto. "Gonna get you clean Jerry! In fact...why don't you go take a ******** bath, bro. Go use Clarice's, b***h has bathroom enough for a small village."
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