043 - FILTERED FROM JIM (using the raw power of his hatred)

[major_west]

I'm not used to people looking out for me. It's a funny sort of role reversal. This entire experience has been one strange, mad event after another and I don't know who I am anymore I feel out of sorts.

I don't know if I want to be here anymore.

Well. Anyway. The door's back.


[OOC: AS USUAL, whenever people get too close to him, he freaks out and pulls away. Strikes can be deciphered if you really care enough to squint]

Comments

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

It does look less scribbly.

True.

For all my rudeness when we first met... I really did admire you.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I've had worse things said to me, believe me. Thank you.

Private

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I suspect.

So... how are you feeling, overall? Still bedridden?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I get up and about when Romana isn't here to tell me not to. I feel a lot weaker. But I'm getting better. At least my head doesn't hurt anymore. At least so long as I don't touch it.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Would you like some company?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I would adore a little company, Henry

Private - I'm assuming this takes place before he made his date with Horrible

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I'll be right over.