text » un: dickwolf

[nauseam]

okay show of hands. a poll, if you will:

who among us actually literally gave blood to get out of their motel room?

and now some options:

- if your answer to that question is ME BITCH: you seem very normal indeed! for unrelated reasons did you notice the word 'gullible' is carved into your nightstand?

- if your answer to that question is NOT ME BITCH: we should start a club for people who treat their blood with respect and don't hand it out to some hussy mayor at literally any opportunity

Video (UN: Mom)

[savethem]

[A shaky camera view of the wall is followed by an entirely too close up of a large, dark eye. Eventually, though, it moves back to show her face. A rather controlled but concerned, drawn edge to her features.]

Uh, I guess this is like Bob’s JVC thing.

Ok, Hello. My name is Joyce Byers, I arrived here at the Saturn Motel. [She held up her bandaged arm by way of showing how she'd gotten out of there.]

I haven't seen my kids. I just need to know if they are here, I need to know they are alright. My oldest is Jonathan, he's nineteen about five feet eight, thin, brown hair and dark eyes. And my son Will, he's fourteen, five feet nine, with brown hair and soft hazel eyes. And Jane, she's about fourteen, five and a half feet tall, brown hair and brown eyes.

I have pictures! [She scrambled, the phone bobbling while she pulled out her billfold and fanned a small plastic insert with old, faded school pictures of Jonathan and Will. And there is one picture of the four of them that she pulled out of the bill compartment.]

If you've seen them, or heard about kids alone, please let me know. I'll be.... well I'll be out looking so just let me know.

And someone tell me where I can get some cigarettes, please.

[The video goes quiet with soft muttering and cursing until she figures out how to end the video.]