Day Seven: Monkey Gone to Heaven
Oh, Jesus Christ. I've been here a week, and now murders start popping up like daisies. I wish there were daisies instead, Harmony likes those. But it was your average, normal day here, which meant fucked up beyond all reason. It started off that way, and trust me, it only got worse from there. I just went looking for a good place to have a smoke, if you want to know, scout around for where everyone--no, I don't mean it that way, fuck, I don't root through garbage, I just like to know where to find people in case they need help.
I know, sounds re-goddamn-diculous, but someone did today. And I was too late, I have a knack for that, these days. And I know, exciting, getting to solve murders and beat up criminals and all that cool shit people do in the movies, but honestly? I'm starting to miss fucking paperwork and filesorting. Well, okay, technically I just play minesweeper all afternoon, but goddamn, it's better than having all this happen.
I want to be bored out of my goddamn mind, if this is the only other option.
No time for filters today, so you'll just have to deal with the rambles, okay? If you don't like it, just scroll down and bother the popular girls. I'm sure they're interested in your new hat and beer pong skills.
Someone's dead, but...it looks like that's par for the course today. I...You guys, you'd better be working on those, because it'd be a real dick move, if they all got murdered and nobody gave a damn. But hey, if you want to check there's...there's still time to see the ambulance take the-the murderer away. Did anyone see anybody else with a big, black, facehiding cloak today? Because-because that person isn't around anymore. He fell. No, seriously, I swear he fell, I didn't even touch him, I was busy with--
Her name was Allison Cameron, and she was a doctor. I'd never met her before, and now...I don't think I ever will. It's not fair, it's-this kind of shit shouldn't happen to people, ever. But who was she? Does anyone know her here? Does she have any enemies, enemies that like plunging down city streets after killing innocent people? Because I think it'd be good to find out-to find out who these people are, what they were like, even if they've joined the choir invisible.
((OOC: OFF TO BED. TAGS TOMORROW. <3))
I know, sounds re-goddamn-diculous, but someone did today. And I was too late, I have a knack for that, these days. And I know, exciting, getting to solve murders and beat up criminals and all that cool shit people do in the movies, but honestly? I'm starting to miss fucking paperwork and filesorting. Well, okay, technically I just play minesweeper all afternoon, but goddamn, it's better than having all this happen.
I want to be bored out of my goddamn mind, if this is the only other option.
No time for filters today, so you'll just have to deal with the rambles, okay? If you don't like it, just scroll down and bother the popular girls. I'm sure they're interested in your new hat and beer pong skills.
Someone's dead, but...it looks like that's par for the course today. I...You guys, you'd better be working on those, because it'd be a real dick move, if they all got murdered and nobody gave a damn. But hey, if you want to check there's...there's still time to see the ambulance take the-the murderer away. Did anyone see anybody else with a big, black, facehiding cloak today? Because-because that person isn't around anymore. He fell. No, seriously, I swear he fell, I didn't even touch him, I was busy with--
Her name was Allison Cameron, and she was a doctor. I'd never met her before, and now...I don't think I ever will. It's not fair, it's-this kind of shit shouldn't happen to people, ever. But who was she? Does anyone know her here? Does she have any enemies, enemies that like plunging down city streets after killing innocent people? Because I think it'd be good to find out-to find out who these people are, what they were like, even if they've joined the choir invisible.
((OOC: OFF TO BED. TAGS TOMORROW. <3))