( i'll bash your brains in when you least expect it )

[So soon after light returned? Yes. Darkness swept in once more and everything returned to an unhappy, unlovable state. The ickies are ready to terrorize again.]

This is mostly because he didn't leave a tip. Keating wants you, Trojan. He. Wouldn't. Shut. Up. You can all thank Helen's third husband for your troubles.

An ex-winged fell again on the ( Read more... )

[FML was pretty much all that was going through Deiphobus' mind.
Day One: Get Drunk
Night One: Get savaged by the ghost of a barman who seemed quite keen to rip out Deiphobus' tongue

(what the barman didn't know was that Deiphobus was intelligent and Intelligence. He kept his own counsel)

Day Two: Bleeding slowly, find way to room. Barricade ( Read more... )

[Light had been spilling through the windows since their arrival. The time no longer matters. For an autumn day, in fact, it had been bright for some time ( Read more... )

[This, Deiphobus did not need. He liked his job. He liked his life, random interjections from a drunken wife aside. He half-wondered if the Greeks were responsible for this but it seemed unlikely when the very Gods in which he had believed (but never trusted) were entrapped in this world, too. He hoped his aunt and his siblings were safe but ( Read more... )

[voice; Helen is happy and drunk]

One tequila, two tequila~

All aboard the Mene express~ except I don't want to go for a ride. That's okay, he has his whores to go down on a ride~

three tequila-

[there is the sound of Helen falling over- oops]

floooooooooor~

[Filter: Family]

It's my birthday on Saturday and I want to have a party and not think about unhappy things. Can we do that? Please?

[Filter: Deiphobus]

Did I really go home with you from work, dearling? It seems like a bad joke.

Oh...

Where is my husband? ... Any of them? I'm... alone.

I dislike being alone, I need to be protected.

[Deiphobus had been having a bad two days. For some reason, numbers made no sense. That wouldn't be an issue at work except that he was dealing with some sensitive information regarding highly specific coordinates. In foul humour, he stormed home, knowing full well that his hot Italian blood would be blamed for his bad temper.]Bring back the one- ( Read more... )