( arrival )

[ this is . . .

bad decoration. tasteless and tacky. not ripley's colour, at any rate. he prefers something more peaceful and calming. not intense reds like he's going for a death metal concert. which will never happen. ripley walks around the room before finally setting his eyes on the list. the list of sins.

to which he splutters. ]

It's not my fault I lost the dog! It was an accident!

( stand your ground i )

[ and the elevator stops to a grinding half. ripley waits. and waits. and waits. sweats. wipes his palms together. awkward smile. ]

Sooo.

I guess Hell really is close quarters, huh?

[ wait, no backtrack. ]

Not that you're bad or anything! Or I'm bad! No bad-judgement here!

( follow me down i )

[ there's no place to unwind properly and ripley hates it. where's his room with his three cats?? or like a calming center. maybe he could make himself a calmming corner. calm city.

instead he has one drink, lets the alcohol burn his throat as he slumps, resting his head on the table. his voice is totally muffled as he speaks to whoever grabs a seat near him. ]

Just leave me here to die.

( wildcard )

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