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25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Afternoon
May. 17th, 2007 10:16 amHe had power now, but his TV was still broken. And there was blood all over the damn living room. Next time Zaraki was home he was just going to throw down tarps.
He picked at a couch cushion.
(Hey, that kinda looks like Tom Cruise.)
He quickly turned the pillow over so as not to have to look at the crazy blood stain actor.
Dragging a new television in from one of the empty rooms in the house, Deadpool set it up and started to fiddle with the TiVo. YES! SUCCESS! MODELS!
If that skeleton won he was going to be so very upset. "Go Natasha!"
[[ooc: For a pie loving FBI agent, but roommate or *snickers* husband if'n they'd like too]]
He picked at a couch cushion.
(Hey, that kinda looks like Tom Cruise.)
He quickly turned the pillow over so as not to have to look at the crazy blood stain actor.
Dragging a new television in from one of the empty rooms in the house, Deadpool set it up and started to fiddle with the TiVo. YES! SUCCESS! MODELS!
If that skeleton won he was going to be so very upset. "Go Natasha!"
[[ooc: For a pie loving FBI agent, but roommate or *snickers* husband if'n they'd like too]]
