[Sheldon, in Kuja's body, is having a good time of it even though he's not himself. At least being full of himself before made making this little switch easier to bear. He likes Kuja so he'll be taking very good care of his body. With an mp3 player in hand and bud earphones in his ears, he's happy as a clam...for now as he checks himself out ( Read more... )

[Sheldon has an MP3 player in the pocket of his jeans as he starts making something in the kitchen. Ever since his death, he's been a lot more visible than he used to be. And being in the kitchen to conquer his fears was the best thing for him ( Read more... )

[The kitchen has a new resident. Sheldon's head and chest lay on the open door of the dish washer as if he was taking a nap in a drunken haze. The smell of tequila is present but that's not the presenting part. Something was obviously wrong and one of them being his arm in the sink and a pool of blood in the dishwasher and on the floor in two pool ( Read more... )

[The sound of pacing and what sounds like something being tapped on material can be heard through the audio device. Sheldon's voice depicts a slightly sour mood lightly sprinkled with concern ( Read more... )

[There is a shuffle of paper in the background and the sound of footballs in the distance. Sheldon's voice rang clear but his tone is still even and soft, almost traveling on the lines of civility but with more purpose ( Read more... )

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[The sounds of rain bettering the street in its natural rhythm forces a sense of undeniable urgency to seek shelter. In Sheldon's case, he wasn't one of them ( Read more... )

[Sheldon's pistol sounded off three times. The shadow in the corner hasn't moved. In fact, the hollow laugh could be hear. Sheldon's stony facial expressions were betrayed by his shaking hand on the pistol grip.]

Go away.

You have killed thirteen men.

I said go.....away.

[Sheldon still hasn't moved. Fear had him in place.]

You said it was ( Read more... )

[Sheldon had taken his wallet from his bureau drawer and opened it. He hasn't looked in the mirror and sat down at the edge of his bed. His hair was wet from a shower and the towel was around his neck. His bare chest was a stark contrast to his tanned skin and the tattoos were now seen on his arms and a name was barely noticeable under the ( Read more... )

[Private to Temperance Brennen]

Can I bend your ear for a moment? I have a concern I want to discuss with you. The sooner the better.

[In the background, Logan and Romona are sleeping in his bed.]