Tim Riggins (
dillonrockstar) wrote2011-09-22 02:08 pm
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[There's a long haired, beat up, hung over boy standing in the fountain looking more than a little confused. Pro tip: It's his default expression. He's wearing a plaid button up over a thermal long sleeve, a blue ball cap backwards, jeans, cowboy boots and he's got grease on his hands and smeared on his neck.]
What the hell's goin' on here? Where's my truck? Billy? Bo? Why the crap is everything in black and white? What the hell did I drink? [That's the slightest bit of panic right there before he gets control of himself]
[He sighs, steps out of the fountain and shakes his boots off. He takes his hat off, runs his hands back over his hair and then puts his hat back on, still backwards. It's then that he sees the device sitting near the fountain and picks it up. It ain't like he knows how to use it but he shoves it in his pocket anyway.]
I hope to hell these dry out.
What the hell's goin' on here? Where's my truck? Billy? Bo? Why the crap is everything in black and white? What the hell did I drink? [That's the slightest bit of panic right there before he gets control of himself]
[He sighs, steps out of the fountain and shakes his boots off. He takes his hat off, runs his hands back over his hair and then puts his hat back on, still backwards. It's then that he sees the device sitting near the fountain and picks it up. It ain't like he knows how to use it but he shoves it in his pocket anyway.]
I hope to hell these dry out.
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Fuck, I'm not drunk enough for this.
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I wouldn't drink too much right now. You're going to have to live here for now on.
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So uh, this is the City. People show up here from all over the place and no one can leave. There are deities and occasionally we all get cursed. There's a City guide around here somewhere if I can find it.
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[ Because Tessa and Tim = trainwreck. And thus clearly awesome. ]
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You been here a while?
[so much clearly awesome]
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[ Why is he smiling like that? Tessa doesn't know how to deal. Especially since he doesn't seem to be sarcastic like Will always is. ]
A little over three months. Have you just arrived, sir?
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Shit so it's true? You really can't leave this place. Yeah, just showed up in the damn fountain. I'm Tim Riggins. [Said like he expects people to know who he is, because he does. Usually.]
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No, one cannot. Certainly not of one's own volition.
Miss Theresa Gray. It is nice to make your acquaintance, Mr Riggins. [ No hint that she might know who he is. Which she doesn't, of course. ]
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