[The whole post is punctuated with crunching noises. It seems Hidan is having a snack, probably something terribly unhealthy.]You know I heard this place could be pretty shitty, but I think whole holiday thing was actually kinda cool. No fucking idea where that celebration came from but it's pretty legit to, like, introduce some faith to the ( Read more... )

[First of all: this guy is LOUD. And he clearly doesn't know that the journal is recording yet. He's just talking to himself in surprise.]

Hey! What the fuck is this? [A little pause, as he looks around and takes in the beautiful room and furnishings.] Shit... looks nice. Hell of a lot better than that shitty pit, seriously. [...]

[Not ( Read more... )

[When you enter, and it does have a strong pull, faith is that way, you take on Hidan's perspectives and emotions. You're in the middle of wreckage, bleeding out, and you feel the pulse of something holy through your veins. It's euphoria, but you can't move yet, and the euphoria just gets more pointed until it becomes pain and you aren't doing ( Read more... )

What do you crave most in the world? And not Paradisa, this place is complete trash for thought.

[ Filtered to Madara; ]

Word?

[ Filtered to Tobi; ]

What Where are you? [ melodramatic sigh ]

[ Filter to People Prone to Mass Destruction for Joy; ]

What prevents you from achieving utter annihilation here?

HAHAHA, FUCK YOU, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!

I am a MAN AGAIN! Thankyou, Jashin!

[ Filtered to anyone who is over the age of 19 ]

There's something lodged in my fucking foot, and it hurts like someone's motherfucking sword through my motherfucking eye. Strangely enough, this isn't blissful for me, and I'd appreciate if someone could pull the fucking piece of shit out ( Read more... )

[ On the tenth floor, sometime near noon, Hidan finds himself stumbling into awareness. He's sober, for the moment, not finding any bliss in the mysteries of alcohol, and not finding any sanctuary from his God. He's deciding that perhaps he simply doesn't need to worry, that he needs faith in Jashin, and so he's been praying. His triangle ( Read more... )

[ a sound, not recognizeable, followed momentarily by rustling clothing and steps to the door. the door is opened, and a grunt of confusion awes listeners. ]

Who the fuck left their toddler's drool-rag here?

[ he notices what it looks life, and laughs ]Whatever. I don't believe this, but I sure as hell think this is going to get priceless ( Read more... )

[ filtered to those potentially in the alley ]

Unf.

[ door slams open, muffled voices and music poor out, one voice loud over the rest]

Well fine! I didn't want to be in your stupid bar, anyway! Fuck.

[ sounds like someone's stumbled into garbage bins or the like ]

DAMMIT! Who put that there? I'm not drunk enough to stumble yet! [ ( Read more... )

[ Half-working filter ]

Alcohol........... is fuckin'.... better thanna concussion.

Hee. Not like this c'n fuckin' hurt my liver f'long.