BATOU!!!!! CELESTE!!!!!

You keep a MOTHER FUCKING leash on that MOTHER FUCKING girl or so help me I won't be responsible for the MOTHER FUCKING CONSEQUENCES!!!!

{OOC: Nerve tripped.}

... Dress-up.

Required by the fucking Captain.

[Disgusted pause]

Must say I'm tempted to kill someone just to get thrown back in here so I avoid the entire bloody mess. Presuming I've been let out by then.

[Locked to Jamie]

Doc.

Redd took your eye as punishment for something.  And you grew yourself a new one.

Right?

[/Locked]

[some words are slightly misprounnounced, accent thicker than it should be; tone is very low, quiet, almost purring]

Oh my.

All these helpless, sightless people just wandering around. Just waiting for someone to take advantage.

What's a psychotic sadist to do~

[delighted chuckle; sounds considerably more off-balance than usual]

[prowls down the corridor of deck 6, amber eyes restlessly scanning the room numbers. He's twirling an empty liquor bottle by the neck in one hand, and the knife he's liberated from the kitchen and sharpened on both edges is tucked into his boot. Then he sees it - 7394. He sets the bottle down in the corridor - it's just for backup, and it's an ( Read more... )

The next person to fucking scream into these fucking things will get a free fucking tracheotomy.

[sound of metal rhythmically sliding against metal... like a knife sharpening]

Word of warning. I cut deep.