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[whitetwoguns]

 voice;

What's the occasion? All these lights and everything. Kinda looks like Little Tokyo or Little Saigon.

[This older man says it in the way that one could surmise that....he honestly does not know the difference.]

Fucking pretty. And they're not charging admission?

[Impressed whistle goes here.]

I'm not a complainer but how's anybody supposed to get on a regular sleep cycle with all the dark? 

[ooc; backdated to about 7 in the evening.]

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[whitetwoguns]

Prolonged. Now I'm tryin' to think. There was that fire and brimstone shit but that was quite some time ago.

[And truly, Mr. White tries to keep to himself. There's only so much insanity he can take. It's all crazy.]

You're a guy that's talking from experience?

[othersdie]

Fire and brimstone...?

[Mr. White is wise to do that.]

Some, yes; over two years.

[whitetwoguns]

That was about a year or so ago. Heh. The whole joint literally went to hell.

[It's the only way he knows how to get by and keep on smiling.]

Well, shit. You should write a book.

[othersdie]

I'm sure that was pleasant.

No one would read it.

[whitetwoguns]

You're a guy with a sense of humor. I like that. When sarcasm's used sparingly it's a lot more effective.

[othersdie]

Thank you.

About the sand--you might as well expect the worse. Things that last this long usually end with something apocalyptic.

[whitetwoguns]

I'm not a big reader but I know people still do that.

It's sad. If it gets on in my shorts I don't think the world is gonna fall on down.

[Famous last words? What are those?]

[othersdie]

Just wait. Sand in your shorts isn't going to be the worst of it.