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oh god, that was just supposed to be to troll prudes. Welp, here we go.
I am not sure how much I am cut out for this. There are far better looking girls in this camp who didn't grow up in a hole in the ground. I have no social skills, so I will need some kind of help. The only reason I even know what boys look like in the pants is because I walked in on Penn with an intern from the city center once
Ok, I have to get out of this box. This is just another way to make connections, right? It does not make me any kind of whore or anything. People do this kind of thing all the time. I can fake confidence and maybe show off my drawing skills. I mean, the crowbar is not my best work, but it will show them that I can at least make metal. That is not as easy as it sounds! Ok, ok.
The first step, even before I get to the hard part of interacting with boys, will be to find out who knows where the ink is. I mean, they would not have that kind of thing out in the open, would they? No, of course not.
Ok, where to start. Where do I start? I only known Norbert by name. He was carrying me, so I do not think that he was with the ink tank. Maybe there is a clue, like an ink trail or something? No, that would be too obvious.
I can look at the map that Norbert gave me again to find out where to start, but I would have to guess if every soldier is even in on this.
At least people are out talking. It takes some attention off of me. Everyone is shaken up. There is an unusual amount of both laughter and crying, and I can smell some alcohol from somewhere.
This is just like before, though. Nothing complicated. I just need a lead.
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