it resulted in seventeen blackouts

[notjamesbond]

[There's the sound of shuffling, as if someone is walking around and not caring much about how loud he is sounding over the journal.]

It's got to be around here somewhere...

[The voice is of one (1) Newton Pulsifer who just happens to be looking for the second part to his Christmas gift. He had misplaced the first part, a key with a small note as to the location of its lock, in his disorganized room a while, and had only just found it after tripping over his stack of books about computers. Time to set things straight, once and for all. He turns the corner, and there's a pause, before:]

Oh! Dick Turpin! It's...Dick Turpin.

[The tone of his voice sounds exactly like the one referred for a really old friend you haven't seen in a while, until you remember that that old friend was the same one who nobody else gets and who constantly humiliates you in public with their existence because they're just that weird.]

Well, you don't look too bad for being out here for a couple months...

[There's another pause, and then an entirely different voice, smooth and sounding a tad bit artificial, speaks up.]

Rain patters the ground
Cleansing away small sorrows
Time for a quick wash.

[Newt can't help but let out a wry laugh.] You haven't changed at all, have you?

[ooc: And so, Newt has been reunited with his car, Dick Turpin, from back home. It recites haikus. We are not joking here.]

Comments

[notjamesbond]

You didn't even give it a chance?

Let me guess. Greed and materialism, right?

[onlyanapple]

If you had to live though it, you wouldn't have given it a chance either.

Got it in one, you with the prize.