projectchaosnet

I don't know what the hell you lot are trying to pull, but I'm not joining some bloody 'project' with membership cards and whatever else you're offering. Not a team player, me.

[His voice is cheerful and comes on in midsentence as he presses a button]

... letter doesn't make a lick of sense, does it, Tedders? Communicator? Oh, look, this has my name on it! Smashing! At least, I think it's my name. 'Edward Ivory.' Oh, rather. I suppose I have to try to think about all this, what a bore...

Mom? Dad? This is so strange.

[His voice comes on abruptly as a button is pushed]

... need a drink. Bugger the Nine, too sober by half for this...

London, huh? Not the first time I've driven on the other side of the car. Kind of like it better anyway. Kind of miss my skyline.

Mia, babe? Dom and Letty?

What the fuck just happened?

Sooo I'd like to point out, I'm too pretty to die and my Bocakes is here now.

She'll kick some ass, so I better not be a target, clear my name off the list, right now, whoever you are.

I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take. I get it, this project loves to screw with you...but really. I am at my breaking point. I haven't spoken to Toby since I died in that house.