helladoomed: (Fuck your shit man)
Chloe Price ([personal profile] helladoomed) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2016-01-23 07:17 am
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Homeless, a few ideas. Spoilers for all of Life is Strange probable. Also, angry chloe curses a lot!

Oh you have got to be fuckin' shitting me, man!

This is what I've got goin' for me now? I mean okay, I can admit my options kind of hella sucked in every direction I looked, I get that. Not a lot of choices for ol' Chloe!

But winding up stuck in some jackdouche's head instead of some nice fluffy anything else, that wasn't even on the goddamn list!

Seriously there isn't even anything to do in here. Why don't you at least have cable, man.

And don't you fuckin' start again about those stupid games, man. I'm not going anywhere, not without Max. And who knows where the hell she ended up.

...Hopefully somewhere great.

So you might as well just leave me here to rot!

[She sucks in a long, ragged breath.]

Man. Fuck. I need a joint. Or two. And a cigarette. I mean, who the hell cares now, right?

A joint, a cigarette, and a beer. Stat.

Also something to do.
moongirllibby: (Default)

[personal profile] moongirllibby 2016-01-24 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I can help with the beer, pretty sure I can pinch cigarettes and the other thing from a relative or two.

Sorry, 'fraid I can't help with the other thing, though. Unless you want to change diapers.

You'd be amazed how much free time a kid really cuts into, you would.
moongirllibby: (*snerk*)

[personal profile] moongirllibby 2016-01-24 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Looooove the little drooooooleeer!]

No? Why not?

[Innocentface. ...mostly. Bites her lip. And tries to dismiss the urge to come after her with Alex and shouting RAWR BABIES for she is a total grownup and this is not the sort of things that grownups do when meeting each other. They...like...taste cheese or something, right? And comment on paintings. And knit doilies while doing each other's taxes. And tell each other their wine tastes like wood or something--]

--Right! Beer! I promised you beer. Hang on!

[Looking around for the beer. She may not have any, she wasn't able to have any for a while, for obvious reasons, but her brothers've probably left some...]

Want some mac'n'cheese to go with it? Made it myself, leftover since last night...

[She's better at technology than social stuff. No, really.]