[ He had pizza, maybe-- a day before he got here. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have an entirely good association with it. It was basically his last meal. Two slices of pizza, four energy drinks, a cup of coffee, an unknown amount of pills, and a cupcake his dad offered him. Shit. He thinks he could estimate a time. If he counts every time the Entity hands them cake or flans as a year. Maybe. The days all blur together for him. ]
Is she not nice? I never really talked to her. [ He doesn't have the greatest opinion on cops himself, just based on the fact that they arrested his one friend in the entire world for a crime he never committed and he died defenseless locked in his cell because of it. He doesn't know what happened but it doesn't paint a pretty picture. Leon, Tapp, Jill, Chris-- they seem nice enough. Leon's more sociable. ] You're not going to build one right now, are you? How long would that even take?
[ Quentin sits down, against his better judgement. Sliding his back down the bricks. Fuck. How many hours is he on? That keeping track of time thing is kind of important. He rubs his face, cheeks too numb for that to make a difference. ] Yup. West.
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[ He had pizza, maybe-- a day before he got here. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have an entirely good association with it. It was basically his last meal. Two slices of pizza, four energy drinks, a cup of coffee, an unknown amount of pills, and a cupcake his dad offered him. Shit. He thinks he could estimate a time. If he counts every time the Entity hands them cake or flans as a year. Maybe. The days all blur together for him. ]
Is she not nice? I never really talked to her. [ He doesn't have the greatest opinion on cops himself, just based on the fact that they arrested his one friend in the entire world for a crime he never committed and he died defenseless locked in his cell because of it. He doesn't know what happened but it doesn't paint a pretty picture. Leon, Tapp, Jill, Chris-- they seem nice enough. Leon's more sociable. ] You're not going to build one right now, are you? How long would that even take?
[ Quentin sits down, against his better judgement. Sliding his back down the bricks. Fuck. How many hours is he on? That keeping track of time thing is kind of important. He rubs his face, cheeks too numb for that to make a difference. ] Yup. West.