the second body | (dictated)
All right. Couple things. First and foremost. Those of who you think our good friends Stephanie and Julian -- which, by the way, I feel the need to mention is a disgustingly effeminate name -- need to just shoot for the mattress mambo and get it over with for all of our sakes, drop a tally.
[ he takes a pause in his haranguing to scribble the following down ]
The tally so far:
I
Anyway. As I was saying; [ purposeful pause ] you people are all so boring. It's all weeping and bitching about the castle and doing the silent broody thing wherever you feel most at home. [ he's looking at you, laura and lana. ] I'm beginning to question this whole paradise concept and wonder if it's some kind of purgatory just being trapped with you people.
You all need to learn to have a little bit of fun.
( room 917 filter)
[ when he's through with the journal, he heads off to go searching for the girl who'd taken him to death match. exchanging names made it easier -- so did being on the fourteenth floor to begin with. he quickly browsed the floors beneath him as he began his journey downwards, scanning all the nameplates.
it was on the ninth floor that he found hers -- and, consequently, julian keller's. that was one to keep in mind. but, for now, he brushed past it to room 917 - lilah morgan. he knocked twice on the door and tucked is hands in his pockets. ugh, this was going to get annoying.
when she answered, he had an overstated, douchebag smile on his face. it dropped quickly into a stern look while his pupils dilated as he entered her mind. ]
Invite me in. [ there was something hard on the edges about it, fierce and not to be fucked with, and pressing. he wasn't entirely positive why this was his choice of locale for dealing with this, but she'd been receptive enough, she was attractive, and she already showed a certain level of interest. all the criteria were met. that was all he needed. ]
[ he takes a pause in his haranguing to scribble the following down ]
The tally so far:
I
Anyway. As I was saying; [ purposeful pause ] you people are all so boring. It's all weeping and bitching about the castle and doing the silent broody thing wherever you feel most at home. [ he's looking at you, laura and lana. ] I'm beginning to question this whole paradise concept and wonder if it's some kind of purgatory just being trapped with you people.
You all need to learn to have a little bit of fun.
( room 917 filter)
[ when he's through with the journal, he heads off to go searching for the girl who'd taken him to death match. exchanging names made it easier -- so did being on the fourteenth floor to begin with. he quickly browsed the floors beneath him as he began his journey downwards, scanning all the nameplates.
it was on the ninth floor that he found hers -- and, consequently, julian keller's. that was one to keep in mind. but, for now, he brushed past it to room 917 - lilah morgan. he knocked twice on the door and tucked is hands in his pockets. ugh, this was going to get annoying.
when she answered, he had an overstated, douchebag smile on his face. it dropped quickly into a stern look while his pupils dilated as he entered her mind. ]
Invite me in. [ there was something hard on the edges about it, fierce and not to be fucked with, and pressing. he wasn't entirely positive why this was his choice of locale for dealing with this, but she'd been receptive enough, she was attractive, and she already showed a certain level of interest. all the criteria were met. that was all he needed. ]