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𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 ([personal profile] worldchampofmartialarts) wrote in [community profile] 1_800_hotline 2019-06-13 12:12 pm (UTC)

That's... the... point!

[The plaque sends an explosion of debris flying as it's torn violently from the door and spiked to the ground like some worthless garbage.]

[Catching his breath, coming down from the burst of rage, he glances over the desecrated plate with downcast eyes, mulling over the facets of himself that both names represented. What they meant to him. What meaning they're supposed to have now that he's in a place far removed from anyone he knew who could provide a purpose for him.]

Last I remember, I was living in a city with my name all over it. Now? Some nowhere podunk town where no one cares, everyone's got something better to do, and I might as well not exist.

[He turns to scream down the halls, away from Venkman, at an entity neither can see.] You happy?! Huh!? Bet you think you're so smart taking everything from me to teach me a lesson 'bout how I don't deserve anything good I got like I'm enough of a dumbass not to know! [His voice starts to take on the distinct waver of an impending sobbing fit that he's desperately fighting back.] Why're you hiding, anyway, huh?! Not gonna give me the satisfaction of knowing who's paying attention to me?! Cowards!

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