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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 15:41:33 GMT -5
"You don't have to get married ya know, you could just...run off or something if it's stressing you out that much. Jesus..." Tristan said to him.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 16:45:06 GMT -5
'Im gonna do this alright?' Spot said angrily, 'I'm just feelin I'm being stifled, is it possible to run away for just a few hours though?' he jokes
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 18:22:38 GMT -5
"We could as long as we're at the courthouse at 12," Tristan said with a shrug.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 18:31:22 GMT -5
Spot pursed his lips as he thought it over, 'we could probably go to Coney on the train and be back by then,' he suggested
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 18:47:40 GMT -5
"Let's do it, we could tear up the town in Coney," Tristan smirked.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 19:00:35 GMT -5
Spot smirked and headed off to the train yards, 'let's go Shamien,' he said feeling light.
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 19:15:15 GMT -5
And off they went...
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 19:28:20 GMT -5
Spot woke up with a start, his head throbbing like a marching band had moved in to his brain. What the fuck happened?
'Tristan?' Spot croaked, 'where the fuck are we? What the HELL happened?'
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 19:53:10 GMT -5
"Ugh," Tristan groaned and rolled out of the bed immediately falling onto the floor. "Jesus...where are we?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 20:50:06 GMT -5
Spot slowly stood up and cracked his neck, 'I have no fucking idea--last I remember we were at that pub.' he said, opening and closing his dehydrated mouth.
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 22:41:35 GMT -5
Tristan swayed as he wandered over to the window. He slowly opened the curtains and then his eyes went wide. He spun around immediately.
"Spot! We're....we're! There's a fucking lake! A LAKE!"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 22:59:18 GMT -5
'a lake? Are you sure it aint the Atlantic ocean?' Spot asked as he stumbled his way over to the window.
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 23:15:25 GMT -5
"No! It ain't an ocean, its too calm, LOOK." Tristan pulled the curtain wider.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 23:23:34 GMT -5
'well then where the fuck are we? And what time is it?' Spot asked, feeling a sinking in his stomach
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 23:25:38 GMT -5
Tristan squinted at the clock and then looked at Spot. "Don't look...just...don't."
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