jigoku_apts | First Guitar Solo

[There is a muffled sound of someone awkwardly trying to work a phone, before a loud voice finally speaks up. Eddie proving to have some colorful language when he speaks.]

Dunno who I'm talkin' to- but, hey. If you could like direct me to the asshole who shoved a cinnamon candy in my mouth, it'd be appreciated, I'd like to have a few words with that shit.

Cause, hey- mother fucker. Shovin' cinnamon candy in someone's mouth when their asleep is fuckin' terrible. Besides you know, the chokin' hazard, do you know how fuckin' nasty cinnamon is? Seriously. Who the fuck even does that?

That in itself is the shittiest fuckin' thing. C'mon, man, at least give us somethin' like mint. Mint is perfectly acceptable if not less fuckin' nauseatin'. If I'm gonna die from candy, let it be mint, or- [There is a brief pause as he deliberates over his choices] chocolate mints. Yeah, chocolate mints.

Thanks for listenin' I guess? Hell if I know how these shitty blackberries work. This is why I use a flip phone, shit is simpler.

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[Eddie doesn't dally in answering, gesturing the other man to come inside.] C'mon in man, somethin' is patrolin' the halls.

[The Once-ler doesn't need to be told twice. He scurries inside and shuts the door. He slams down the rucksack and slips his roll of tape from his gloved wrist. With quick, frantic and yet precise motions, he tapes up the door. With a dull sense of panic, he notices that his roll is down to about a quarter of its original width.

But he'll have to deal with that when he comes to it. He turns to face Eddie and sticks out his hand.]

Hey there. I'm the Once-ler!

[Eddie doesn't fault the Once-ler, the roadie saw that thing lingering in the halls, even if it was for just a second or two. He would be doing the same if he knew the routine game plan that came with this place.

Eddie readily accepts the pro-offered hand, his grip firm and friendly as they shake hands.]

Sup, I'm Eddie. Pleasure to meet ya, dude.

[It's weird how something as normal as just a firm handshake can help ground him to the 'real world'. He relaxes a little bit in Eddie's presence and, when the handshakes ends, he bends to pick up the rucksack.]

Nice to meet you too, even if it's sure an awful fate to be stuck in here.

[He hands over the rucksack.]

Consider this your 'welcome pack'. It's got a few useful items in it. Utility knife, water canteen, some rope... just have a look in. [Consider your basic zombie survival pack, sans weapons. That's pretty much what's inside of it.]

[Eddie gives an amused sound at that.] Fate can be pretty weird sometimes, this just kinda proves that. Could be worse though, could end up here with nothin' and no one.

[The roadie readily accepts it, glad for the help. He laughing for real now, genuinely taking this far better than he probably should as he speaks.] You're a fuckin' life saver, I hope you know.

I appreciate this, man. Dunno how the hell I'd find any of this shit out there. [He gestures at the door with a jerk of his thumb for emphasis.]

Heh - [His scarred grin is pretty genuine.] Garry and I had a pretty wild night getting this stuff. Glad you approve of it.

If you need any food, just give me a holler. I've still got some stuff from the grocery store upstairs... but uh... you've been told about food in this place? Corpse chic is in and all, but it's honestly not deliberate.

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