originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]The strange man climbed into his truck and began to drive away to another sketchy part of town, the unconscious individual in the back being rattled around by the driver's alcohol-induced swervings and general poor driving. The truck eventually stopped at a Waffle House to retrieve some more garbage, pulling over by the dumpsters, though they were hard to discern from the restaurant itself.[/i]
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[i]Dusk awakes, rubbing is head and groaning, sitting up. Seemingly unaware he was in a -blam!-ing garbage truck. He finally jumps out, stumbling around before looking at Trashcan Jesus. [/i] "Who the-ugh...-who the -blam!- are you?"
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[i]The man spoke like someone who had smoked for forty years, his voice gravelly and generally abrasive.[/i] "I'm Trashcan Jesus, punk. What the f*ck are you doin' in my truck?" [i]He asked, looking at Dusk unamused.[/i]
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[i]He rubs his head. He glances back, shrugging. [/i] "I have no idea. Oh well, I'm here now."
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"Cool. Then help me load it up." [i]He said, moving to begin throwing bags into the back of his truck.[/i]