Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
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He was surprised by how much the phone relied on the internet. He knew it if he thought about it in his regulr life before being stuck here. But he never thought about it.
Now that the phone had no internet he couldn't do much on there. He was thankful that...
Now that the phone had no internet he couldn't do much on there. He was thankful that...
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Westcity
listening to lee
as reply to His Teacher
When Danny entered the bar silence would commence for a second. People would scuffle around and then things would go back to their normal ways. There was a booth that was reserved for hm. Whenever he wasn't around the bar would only allow friends sit there. They could never eat...
Westcity
darker
as reply to Grow Up
He wished would never grow up.
But in fact he had grown up long ago. Even before dumping the bodies. But this whole situation with Danny Calruso and Blayne had made him realize just how irreversibly changed he had become.
it had actually begun long ago. It was Cindy. His first love....
But in fact he had grown up long ago. Even before dumping the bodies. But this whole situation with Danny Calruso and Blayne had made him realize just how irreversibly changed he had become.
it had actually begun long ago. It was Cindy. His first love....
Westcity
an argument
as reply to His Arm
Blayne was not stressed about what The Kid thought he was stressed about.
Had gotten rid of plenty bodies in the past. He and Danny had been through some dark times to put it light.
What stressed him was an argument with Danny. The Kid hadn't noticed yet. That Danny and Blayne...
Had gotten rid of plenty bodies in the past. He and Danny had been through some dark times to put it light.
What stressed him was an argument with Danny. The Kid hadn't noticed yet. That Danny and Blayne...
Westcity
closest thing to a routine
as reply to Seaside Rest
For the rest of his stay at The
Seaside Rest
he never settled into a routine. Each day he did something new and different. This was a nice change from his regular life. A thousand miles east he did the same thing everyday. Wake up, eat a quick breakfast, drive...
Westcity
a mind game
as reply to Should be in Soon
He knew he couldn't trust her. But he could tell that she knew more.
Furthermore... he knew that she knew that he knew. He couldn't push her. If he pushed her too far, she would completely close herself off and then he couldn't get the answers he needed.
Patience was key. Wait...
Furthermore... he knew that she knew that he knew. He couldn't push her. If he pushed her too far, she would completely close herself off and then he couldn't get the answers he needed.
Patience was key. Wait...
Westcity
this could spell trouble
as reply to Story Going
and the story had to keep going.
Without a story... well her life would fade to black.
As her senses faded, maybe that's why she became more observant.
When she could walk fast. Lift heavy. see far. Hear faint.
Back then she didn't know jack shit what was happening.
Now that everything was darkening. she...
Without a story... well her life would fade to black.
As her senses faded, maybe that's why she became more observant.
When she could walk fast. Lift heavy. see far. Hear faint.
Back then she didn't know jack shit what was happening.
Now that everything was darkening. she...
Westcity
he owes me
as reply to Thought
The detective came in. The bell dinged.
"Hello. are you the manager here?"
"No," the lady said. She remained seated." The Manager is out for the evening. But I've been working here plenty long enough."
"Had a quesiton. Regarding the situation tonight. It seems that the security cameras were malfunctioning a little before...
"Hello. are you the manager here?"
"No," the lady said. She remained seated." The Manager is out for the evening. But I've been working here plenty long enough."
"Had a quesiton. Regarding the situation tonight. It seems that the security cameras were malfunctioning a little before...
Westcity
prince of mordor
as reply to He Heard
The police arrived roughly 20 minutes later. Maybe even a little sooner. Around 18 minutes if Blake had to guess.
The time went by pretty slow. All he thought about was the incident. Replayed it in his head. By the time the cops arrived he was ready to say what happened.
"So...
The time went by pretty slow. All he thought about was the incident. Replayed it in his head. By the time the cops arrived he was ready to say what happened.
"So...
Westcity
a distrubance
as reply to Okay, Yeah Okay
The man took a deep sigh and walked into his room. He was finally here. After weeks of listening to that awful but catchy tune on the radio while seated at a gas station out in the middle of nowhere. He had come to the source of the sound. By...
Westcity
couldn't hear
as reply to It Down
She saw everything. And wrote it down. Not everything but the important things. Pen on paper. Never typed. She didn't trust computers. Not like she thought someone was spying on them. She didn't trust that the things she wrote into a computer would be there for
time
to come. Files,...