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[ghostlocked]

[It's late when Harlan folds and decides to go to the network for a distraction. He would vastly prefer not to do this, but, well. That's why it's called folding.]

cant sleep.
tell me stories.

[ooc: feel free to threadjack and use this as a sort of storytelling free-for-all!]

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[proselytise]

oh, could you tell bc they're amateurish?

[ghostlocked]

lmao. i didnt say that.
it was a genuine question.
tell me something true this time.
where u from?

[proselytise]

this smallish city by the sea. if i looked out my window, i could see it. there was a beach, but it was more rocky than sandy, so it wasn't the ideal vacation spot or anything. but it was kind of nice.

[ghostlocked]

cant say im familiar. that could be anywhere.
im from nyc.
mean anything to u?

[proselytise]

heard of, never been

[ghostlocked]

ur not a terribly forthcoming guy huh?

[proselytise]

you never know who you're talking to on the internet, they could be a killer or something.

[ghostlocked]

what? u think im gonna kill u?
lmao.
hypothetically lets say that yeah im a murderer and i decide to off u for some reason.
i know ur name bc it automatically shows up w. u respondin here.
theres like a hundred ppl in this town. hadriels small af.
our doors dont lock. theres no police or law system.
i could track u down in less than a day if i really wanted to.
and yet murders dont seem to happen here all that often.
even if someone did kill u ud just come back in a couple days. then ud be able to be like hey everyone this jackass over here is a murderer. watch out.