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Jan. 3rd, 2018 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ The feed turns on to show what looks like-- well, a phone screen. It's 5:29 AM and Carl is "helpfully" holding his own cellphone up to the communicator screen, so that when it rolls over to 5:30, the network is treated to the loud blare of his bugle alarm. ]
Rise and shine, motherfuckers.
[ He lowers his phone, smirking into the screen now. Carl's dressed in a dark grey sweatsuit and looks entirely too bright-eyed and energetic for someone awake this early in the morning... and yet he is, and is thus now generously sharing the wealth. His thumb swipes over his phone screen to shut the alarm off, and then he sets it aside. ]
Don't worry, I'll keep this quick. [ Unless you live with him, in which case you're likely to start hearing that fucking alarm every single day at this same time. ] Know at least a few of you out there are probably hungover, too, as if it's not a fucking Thursday morning, but that's your problem-- can't expect me or any other functioning members of society to really give a shit, now can you? Fuck no.
[ Carl props the communicator up now so it continues recording, trained on him, but he's hands-free to step away for a second to put coffee on. ]
Now I already more or less got the run-down about this place, so I'll just cut to the chase before everyone falls back asleep: name's Carl Gallagher, and like I assume most of you, I turned up here with empty pockets and fuck all else to my name except the clothes on my back. Not here bitching about it, either, just figured I should pimp my hustle before I leave the house.
[ He turns on the stove burners to start readying breakfast for himself and his housemates, disappearing for just a couple seconds to find a skillet, which he then proceeds to crack four eggs into; even if he's woken up everyone in this poor house, at least they'll have food waiting for them while Carl's out on his morning run. ]
Looks like they hooked me up here helping to teach self-defense, which I'm fucking great at so if anyone needs a lesson, hit me up. I'll teach you shit you can only learn on the streets otherwise, so whether you wanna try bare-handed or learn how to use a weapon, I don't give a fuck. One-on-one? No problem either. Offer's open to all ages, affordable rates, and I'm even willing to negotiate payment plans-- just remember: Carl Gallagher. Satisfaction guaranteed every time.
You got any more questions just holla at me, we can talk more. [ And with that, he takes the list back and tips the camera a two-fingered salute, signing off. ] Later.
Rise and shine, motherfuckers.
[ He lowers his phone, smirking into the screen now. Carl's dressed in a dark grey sweatsuit and looks entirely too bright-eyed and energetic for someone awake this early in the morning... and yet he is, and is thus now generously sharing the wealth. His thumb swipes over his phone screen to shut the alarm off, and then he sets it aside. ]
Don't worry, I'll keep this quick. [ Unless you live with him, in which case you're likely to start hearing that fucking alarm every single day at this same time. ] Know at least a few of you out there are probably hungover, too, as if it's not a fucking Thursday morning, but that's your problem-- can't expect me or any other functioning members of society to really give a shit, now can you? Fuck no.
[ Carl props the communicator up now so it continues recording, trained on him, but he's hands-free to step away for a second to put coffee on. ]
Now I already more or less got the run-down about this place, so I'll just cut to the chase before everyone falls back asleep: name's Carl Gallagher, and like I assume most of you, I turned up here with empty pockets and fuck all else to my name except the clothes on my back. Not here bitching about it, either, just figured I should pimp my hustle before I leave the house.
[ He turns on the stove burners to start readying breakfast for himself and his housemates, disappearing for just a couple seconds to find a skillet, which he then proceeds to crack four eggs into; even if he's woken up everyone in this poor house, at least they'll have food waiting for them while Carl's out on his morning run. ]
Looks like they hooked me up here helping to teach self-defense, which I'm fucking great at so if anyone needs a lesson, hit me up. I'll teach you shit you can only learn on the streets otherwise, so whether you wanna try bare-handed or learn how to use a weapon, I don't give a fuck. One-on-one? No problem either. Offer's open to all ages, affordable rates, and I'm even willing to negotiate payment plans-- just remember: Carl Gallagher. Satisfaction guaranteed every time.
You got any more questions just holla at me, we can talk more. [ And with that, he takes the list back and tips the camera a two-fingered salute, signing off. ] Later.