1st Shave

[a_close_shave]

[scuffling footfalls, and a hollowed voice]

Life, love, reason...song, singing, blood...

.....Where...what hell? What monstrous home?

Where has the blackness brought me now. What world as it made for me.

[ooc: And Sweeney returns, darker, broodier, and far more folded into himself. <3 He's restarted, so all relationships have been wiped...he may

Comments

[written_rancor]

Huh. You again. Hi there.

[a_close_shave]

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[written_rancor]

...Sorry.

[a_close_shave]

What do you want.

[written_rancor]

Nothing? Just popping in to say hello.

[a_close_shave]

Hello.

[written_rancor]

Uh...

As one horse said to the other, why the long face?

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[written_rancor]

That is to say, is something wrong?

[a_close_shave]

A detour from oblivion. It counts.

[written_rancor]

Wouldn't know the feeling, but I guess it would in certain situations. City's not all that bad, though.

[a_close_shave]

Be it anything of London, then I shall make my own judgments.

[written_rancor]

What's so bad about London? Seems like a nice city.

[a_close_shave]

Then you have never been to the heart of a stinking pit, sir.

[written_rancor]

Eh. I wouldn't say that. Metaphorically, yeah. Maybe even a bit literally. Everyone has their own pit; it all just depends on the name and mask you give it.

[a_close_shave]

Then I have named mine. There is no place like London.