Tired and clueless // joining

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]In Jim's honest opinion, Tanglewood was fucked up. They were nice, but they were also fucked up. Which was fair. Jim was fucked up too. Who the hell was the one setting up all of these traps? I mean -- the place was dangerous enough without being trapped added in. But hey, Jim wasn't in any place to be complaining. He was new, after all.
In any case, he can relate to the poor guy. He's a little put off by the monkey tail(jesus), but Jim got stuck during his first visit here, too.  .. The amnesia thing, not so much,
"Oh, come on, are all of you this suspicious?" Jim snorts. The dog, Morgan, doesn't seem bad, and neither did the two who showed up later when he got stuck, but it strikes Jim as kind of hilarious how warily they're regarding this goddamn monkey-dog. "I'm Jim. It'd be nice to have you," He says, a little awkwardly. He'd been welcomed with open arms, but Jim isn't all that well-versed in how this shit actually goes. He grins, after a moment. "So, if you don't remember your name, we'll just have to come up with one, right?" Jim says, rather cheerily. Not knowing your own name must suck, but you gotta have something to call yourself.

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