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[tntandgasoline]

Tick, tock. Just waiting and it is so. Boring. If I have to sit here any longer I will go crazy, at least Arkham wasn't so dull. There was the rec room and you could color on the walls but not here.

What else is there to talk about? Tick, tock, tick-tock. Listen to the big clock, look at its hands move 'round.


Running out of ticks on the clock. Not getting any younger.

Now how does that make you feel?

Comments

[tntandgasoline]

Me too what?

[shockstatic.livejournal.com]

You have daddy issues!

[tntandgasoline]

I'm also a compulsive liar.

[shockstatic.livejournal.com]

Aw, cool! I'm a sociopath with paranoid delusions! We'll get along swell.

[tntandgasoline]

And you're a blonde.

How old are you?

[shockstatic.livejournal.com]

Sure am! It's natural and everything.

Twenty-four~ Why?

[tntandgasoline]

You're just shy of the right age. Go play with someone your own age, sweetheart.

[shockstatic.livejournal.com]

The right age for what? It's not like I'm jailbait.

[tntandgasoline]

Might as well be.

No, you're just very young, ballerina-dreams young, not the kinda young I like.

And I don't like crazies, either, so that's just out of the question.

[shockstatic.livejournal.com]

Pffft. Whatever. Suit yourself, bucko. Crazies have more fun~