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Mar. 29th, 2006 | 12:12 pm
mood: grumpygrumpy

I used The Brat's credit card (I still don't know why mine isn't working) to procure a plane ticket to France, and then bummed a few cigarettes off a tourist who (thankfully) spoke English. Not that the latter did me any good, as my plane promptly started boarding and I was imprisoned in the confines of the worst kind of non-smoking transportation.

In any case, I'm on my way to France and the plane touches down within the hour. I guess that's the important thing.

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Mar. 29th, 2006 | 11:46 pm
location: New York City
mood: pessimisticpessimistic

...I'm in New York. What the fuck? I was just outside of that stupid Wasabi restaurant in France and then suddenly I was on East 23rd Street, outside one of the high-rise buildings. To say the least, it was rather unexpected.

I never wanted to return to this city after... that one time when The Brat showed up. I suppose I didn't have much of a choice, everything considered.

Worst of all, I hear the dead are coming back and I've verified it -- I've already talked to Kitazawa-sensei. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Procuring a pack cigarettes is vital right about now.

((OOC: Eiri jumped in on this thread and then promptly was portalled out, delivering much wangst on Shuichi. Yay for wangst!))

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