Post by David Moore on Jan 20, 2014 20:53:20 GMT -5
Dave's eyes were watering violently as he he was lifted from the ground by the mysterious man. Such a visceral pain he ha dnever before experienced. He now knew the suffering undergone by those in Guantanamo Bay. His heart went out to them and their families. Truly no such torture was ever appropriate to be inflicted upon a human being. Burn them alive, waterboard them, have them find how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop. Anything but this.
He was dimly aware of someone trying to speak to him. All of his senses were starting to deteriorate. He didn't feel like puking... exactly. But he did feel like something needed to come out. He groaned, his voice cracking a bit as his head slumped back over the chair, drool sliding down his face as he slipped into unconsciousness. The darkness enveloped him and he lost all memory of what came next, only acting out the sheer drunken state of mind he was now under the influence of.
A smile caressed his lips as he shakily rose to his feet, eyes drooping, but trying to find something. He found the man who had helped him and stumbled over to him. He grabbed him by the arms and started shaking him. "Dude... yar like... so shlick and shit. Dude... you are a fucki' bro dude, I'm super cereal. You're cool man." He suddenly grabbed the guy into a hug before stumbling off in some other direction.
He saw Takeda's red hair.
Yes.
He made his way back over to the drinking man, smile still on his lips. He suddenly grabbed Takeda from behind in a hug. "Man, Take-.... Takedan,-chan-san-pan-the-man. You are.... soooooooo great. Like, c'mon, you are great. I love ya' man, I really do. I wancha' to kna' that man. I love you like... sooooo muchu, man." He tightened his grip.
He was dimly aware of someone trying to speak to him. All of his senses were starting to deteriorate. He didn't feel like puking... exactly. But he did feel like something needed to come out. He groaned, his voice cracking a bit as his head slumped back over the chair, drool sliding down his face as he slipped into unconsciousness. The darkness enveloped him and he lost all memory of what came next, only acting out the sheer drunken state of mind he was now under the influence of.
A smile caressed his lips as he shakily rose to his feet, eyes drooping, but trying to find something. He found the man who had helped him and stumbled over to him. He grabbed him by the arms and started shaking him. "Dude... yar like... so shlick and shit. Dude... you are a fucki' bro dude, I'm super cereal. You're cool man." He suddenly grabbed the guy into a hug before stumbling off in some other direction.
He saw Takeda's red hair.
Yes.
He made his way back over to the drinking man, smile still on his lips. He suddenly grabbed Takeda from behind in a hug. "Man, Take-.... Takedan,-chan-san-pan-the-man. You are.... soooooooo great. Like, c'mon, you are great. I love ya' man, I really do. I wancha' to kna' that man. I love you like... sooooo muchu, man." He tightened his grip.