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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 23:40:28 GMT -5
Spot turned and looked, 'two pm....it's fucking two pm.' Spot said sitting down on the bed with his ead between his legs. 'I fucked up.'
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Post by tshamien on Oct 14, 2011 23:41:57 GMT -5
"Oh God, we don't even know where the fuck we are! Jesus fucking Christ!" Tristan sank down onto the floor. "What the fuck? WHAT the fuck?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 14, 2011 23:58:32 GMT -5
'what the fuck are we gonna do?' Spot asked throwing an empty beer bottle across the room.
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Post by tshamien on Oct 15, 2011 0:02:27 GMT -5
"That ain't helping. First we find out where the hell we are then we get in touch with the girls alright?" He said, immediately thinking of a plan. "Then we get the fuck outta here."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 15, 2011 0:10:46 GMT -5
Spot made a face, ' maybe I'll stick around here for a bit....wherever here is.'
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Post by tshamien on Oct 15, 2011 0:19:11 GMT -5
Tristan just stared at him. "Are you crazy!?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 15, 2011 0:33:25 GMT -5
Spot didn't know. He wouldn't tell Tristan but he'd never felt so lost before.
'I dont fucking know.'
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Post by tshamien on Oct 15, 2011 0:40:20 GMT -5
"You're crazy...now get up and let's find out where the fuck we are." Tristan got up from the floor.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 15, 2011 0:46:43 GMT -5
'ya...ya,' Spot said standing, placing his hat over his greasy hair. Fuck, he was in deep shit.
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Post by tshamien on Oct 15, 2011 17:08:28 GMT -5
Tristan opened the door to the room and looked down the hallway, he made sure Spot was following him and then headed down to the main floor once there he found the man behind the desk.
"Uh...this might sound like a strange question but...what city is this?"
The guy raised an eyebrow at him and then took in the state of Tristan and Spot and said, "chicago..."
"Chi...chicago! How the...fuck! Just fuck!"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 15, 2011 18:50:35 GMT -5
'holy SHIT! We ain't even in the same state!' Spot said, slumping in the chair next to him. 'how the fuck did this even happen?'
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Post by tshamien on Oct 15, 2011 20:15:27 GMT -5
"No idea! No fucking idea!" Tristan shouted. "Listen guy, can I use the hotel phone?" He asked the desk clerk.
"Uh sure, you two look pretty desperate. He let Tristan walk behind the desk. He dialed the number to their apartment building and waiting for the super to pick up. When he did he told the super to put Nevada on the phone.
He waited.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 15, 2011 20:28:47 GMT -5
Nevada was shaking as she walked towards the phone. Was it the police? The hospital? She knew Tristan would never just disappear.
'Hello....?' she asked trying to fight tears back
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Post by tshamien on Oct 15, 2011 23:09:40 GMT -5
"Nevada it's me!" He said immediately. "I'm fine." He said with a sigh, "Uh...You're not gonna be happy with us and Rae is really going to hate Spot but we're...we're in Chicago."
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 16, 2011 1:42:37 GMT -5
'what the FUCK?!' Nevada shouted in the phone. 'look....I dont care how you got there or why the fuck you're there but get back here!' she said, finally allowing herself to be angry.
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