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[nishizono]

hey, fellow prisoners! or should i say guests? having some trouble with the technical definitions lately.

i need some help. personal reasons. it's more of a crafts project, and i don't have anything to trade any of you - all the good shit i had are currently confiscated, sorry about that. anyway, here's the list of things i'm looking for:

- 1 box condoms
- 1 roll copper wire
- 2 metal files (1 long, 1 short)
- 1 roll electrical tape
- 1 liter acrylic paint, any color
- 1 car battery
- 1 telepath
- 1 roll fairy lights

if anyone can point me in the right direction, or if anyone's willing to help pull this together, i'll owe you something. we can negotiate.

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[nishizono]

doesn't have to be. i just need enough to set up the lights.

[ in for a lying penny, in for a secret dollar, as they say. ]

[bloodbathing]

Length?

[ Maine's not questioning it. He dug the shit out of the walls; might as well put it to use. ]

[nishizono]

as much as you can spare me, if that's okay?

[ seeing as it's for something a lot more sinister than a light show, and all. ]

[bloodbathing]

Sure. Location?

[nishizono]

rooftop of the hotel.

[ he's sending the correct address for the specific building; he's taken up residence on the roof because moving hurts after being fucking slammed to the ground by an over-200lbs guy. ]

just don't sneak up on me, i get jumpy.

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[bloodbathing]

Lol

[ It's funny, alright? Because Agent Maine is anything but stealthy.

[ He's not thrilled about going up on a roof. He doesn't like heights. But he gets there quick enough, and when he does, his arrival is hard to miss. Seven feet tall, four hundred pounds of solid muscle, carrying entirely too much wire.

[ Given the fact that Maine has spent his time in captivity tearing wiring out of the fucking walls, it's not surprising that he's amassed a collection. But seriously. So much fucking wire. Damn. ]

action!

[nishizono]

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