Aug. 14th, 2013

outofclothes: (✝ to pawn)
[Hey, Stark figured out how the hell to operate this thing some more! He's technologically illiterate, okay, but he's not that bad. No, he just basically accidentally managed to put it on video and has no idea how he did it. But he isn't going to futz with it.]

[He's still organizing his winnings from the weekend though. He's a little pressed that his eleven year old self gave away one of his Maledictions to Bond, but he's generally over it with the small mountain of cigarettes he has now.]


You know for all that talk about about this place being a prison and a shithole, I'm not impressed.

I had an awesome fucking weekend. I've got enough cigarettes to last me at least a month if not two, met a lame-ass vampire who was actually pretty decent, argued with and cut a business deal with Bond. But the best part? An octopus tried to rip my face off because I mighta accidentally stumbled across his secret porn career. If that doesn't spell fucking magical to you, we have zero shot at being friends.

If I knew I was going to end up here with this kind of lifestyle, I would've died sooner.