LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN| Joining+injuried

[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEYBOY

Would Jerseyboy ever get the chance to witness the pearly white gates sitting upon the mountains of fluffy clouds? The answer wasn't looking too positive. While Jerseyboy believed in God and the afterlife, he wasn't the most holiest of believers. In fact, he could be considered a filthy sinner. Not that Jerseyboy even gave a shit. He knew he was going to Hell anyways, so he'd might as well make the most of life before Satan called him home to the underworld. You could call it pessimistic thinking, but he saw it as simply facing reality.

That thud didn't sound too good. It had been preceeded by snapping of branches and c r i e s of pain, and it was no wonder. This guy looked like he had fallen from the very [sup]tops[/sup] of the trees. How the hell had he gotten up there, anyways? Wolves couldn't climb trees. It looks he like he could have flown up there and gotten stuck somehow, however.

This guy was scared shitless, and not to mention he spoke in a different tongue. Either he was far away from home or he had hit his head and now he spoke a language other than English. Fortunately for him, Jerseyboy had picked up on his speech and had recognized it as genuine Italian. His mother had spoken it, though Jersey tended to simply stick with the simplified dialect. "Chi sei... who are you." That was really all that Jerseyboy could decipher. He also knew that "sono" was a personal pronoun. It was clear that he was very lost. "You speak English, pal?" Asked the male.

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