[ Eddie's a pretty deep sleeper - the trailer park was always noisy and he likes to sleep until noon whenever he can. Sometimes it takes him a bit to wake up properly, but waking up in an unfamiliar bed to an unfamiliar voice makes him sit up straight with a gasp. Once his eyes focus on the stranger, he frowns, taking short, shallow breaths. ]
Hargrove? What the hell are you doing here?
[ You're supposed to be dead, he thinks, but he's worried if he says it then Billy'll make sure Eddie's the dead one. He's pretty sure the guy can smell fear. Instead, he scoots over to grab the letter from the night stand, squinting to read the print.
Well, shit. He would get put in the spooky goddamn blood room with the guy eager to make anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way bleed. Who may or may not be dead. Wait. Are they both dead? ]
Whoa, dude. Whoa. You're just gonna -- take this shit at face value? C'mon - there's gotta be a less barbaric way to get this done. Right? I can pick the lock, I just need a pin or something.
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Hargrove? What the hell are you doing here?
[ You're supposed to be dead, he thinks, but he's worried if he says it then Billy'll make sure Eddie's the dead one. He's pretty sure the guy can smell fear. Instead, he scoots over to grab the letter from the night stand, squinting to read the print.
Well, shit. He would get put in the spooky goddamn blood room with the guy eager to make anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way bleed. Who may or may not be dead. Wait. Are they both dead? ]
Whoa, dude. Whoa. You're just gonna -- take this shit at face value? C'mon - there's gotta be a less barbaric way to get this done. Right? I can pick the lock, I just need a pin or something.