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Pillow war: fun. Annual...semi-annual...monthly tradition is required.
Yes. I cheated. Is it really that much of a shocker? Ex-syndicate killer, turned bounty hunter, turned homeless bum, turned head of security at a crack-fueled crazy house. Should not have been a surprise, people.
That Jin guy's better at that sort of shit than he looks like he'd be. I still say Jet and I coulda taken everybody by ourselves...As long as Ed managed to infiltrate the other team and hold them back play spy for us.
By the way...I don't like getting netted. But it was good to get back at the little fuck that puked in the ship. Note to self: check up with bank on Ed's trust fund thing.
I'm gettin' a little tired of waiting for Jet to show up, to be honest. I know he's busy wrapping shit up and getting his stuff together, but...c'mon. It's been long enough, and he was the one that said he wanted to talk about...us. Or whatever.
I'm having fun teaching Toki how to shoot. He's better at it off the bat than most people are, which is nice. I haven't taught anyone how to shoot since Julia, and...well, it's nice.
Back to work for me. This place is still full of holes, but I'm slowly patching up what's left. I'm starting to get the feeling that there's a syndicate-like organization trying to off the band. Church's involved, unless I'm mistaken...
...seriously, what the hell? Why does everyone want the band dead?
...right.
Nevermind. Total misunderstanding. Crazy hats always confuse me.
I think Zwei just chewed through my power chord. Shit.
Dinner later with Reagan. Sushi in Tokyo...sweet. Unless the wife doesn't untie the apron strings. I like the lady, but Jesus, is she scary when she's pissed.
Yes. I cheated. Is it really that much of a shocker? Ex-syndicate killer, turned bounty hunter, turned homeless bum, turned head of security at a crack-fueled crazy house. Should not have been a surprise, people.
That Jin guy's better at that sort of shit than he looks like he'd be. I still say Jet and I coulda taken everybody by ourselves...As long as Ed managed to infiltrate the other team and hold them back play spy for us.
By the way...I don't like getting netted. But it was good to get back at the little fuck that puked in the ship. Note to self: check up with bank on Ed's trust fund thing.
I'm gettin' a little tired of waiting for Jet to show up, to be honest. I know he's busy wrapping shit up and getting his stuff together, but...c'mon. It's been long enough, and he was the one that said he wanted to talk about...us. Or whatever.
I'm having fun teaching Toki how to shoot. He's better at it off the bat than most people are, which is nice. I haven't taught anyone how to shoot since Julia, and...well, it's nice.
Back to work for me. This place is still full of holes, but I'm slowly patching up what's left. I'm starting to get the feeling that there's a syndicate-like organization trying to off the band. Church's involved, unless I'm mistaken...
...seriously, what the hell? Why does everyone want the band dead?
...right.
Nevermind. Total misunderstanding. Crazy hats always confuse me.
I think Zwei just chewed through my power chord. Shit.
Dinner later with Reagan. Sushi in Tokyo...sweet. Unless the wife doesn't untie the apron strings. I like the lady, but Jesus, is she scary when she's pissed.