03 // Accidental Poetry? [text only, camera is carefully blocked]

[rain_of_bullets]

There's an angry beast inside me
tearing at MY SOUL
the darkness surrounds me like the wings of an angel of death full of DARKNESS

it eats me up like fresh craft dinner
the poison of synthetic cheese leaking into my very soul
will I ever be free?

No. Because I'm a zombie asshole who eats all the leftovers and never does any fucking housework.

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[Text]

[manmade_angel]

I thought I got regular cheese. I'm sorry Haine!

[voice]

[rain_of_bullets]

[It isn't until a while later that Haine finds the journal. There's the sound of paper being torn out and there's obvious irritation in his voice.]

Don't apologize. Badou is just being an ass.

If you see him, tell me.

[written]

[manmade_angel]

Are you sure? I've got plenty of cheese now--they told me it wasn't processed.

I haven't seen him, but I've been out all day. [Trying to replace all the processed food in the house.]

[voice]

[rain_of_bullets]

I don't give a sh-

[There's a frustrated sigh.]

I didn't write that.

Your cooking- it doesn't suck, okay? Stop worrying.

[written]

[manmade_angel]

Oh. I thought it was you because of the first part.

I don't think it's bad! It just might be better without, powdered cheese.

[voice]

[rain_of_bullets]

[Okay, if anyone else had said that, the book would be in pieces on the other side of the room. Really Nill? He's just... facepalming so much right now.]

I don't need to make my words so fuckin' flowery. And I sure as hell wouldn't broadcast it for everyone and their aunt to see.

[written]

[manmade_angel]

I know, I'm sorry. [Spending the week as Haine though, really made some things stick with her.]

[voice]

[rain_of_bullets]

You don't have to-...

[He pauses in mid-sentence, a thought crossing his mind. Badou wants to play dirty? He can play dirty.]

I think I know what this is about. You home?

[written/action]

[manmade_angel]

I'm coming home now!

[And home she goes--because if Haine says jump, Nill just does it. She comes back to the house, wagon with two bags on it, and hurries inside with them.]

[action]

[rain_of_bullets]

[He shuts the book for the moment and meets her at the door. He can't filter messages to save his life, but talking to someone in person is just as good. He almost feels bad for trying it; Nill is kind of the innocent bystander in all this, but screw it, Badou deserves payback.]

You didn't have to get here so fast.

[He lowers his voice as he leads the way into the kitchen. She went to get groceries, didn't she. Even more reason to give Badou a metaphorical kick in the balls.]

I think I know why Badou's been acting up like this.

[He turns his head; he's not good at faking a pained expression, but being irritated because Badou is a little bored and stupid? Hell yes.]

He's trying to quit. I think it's getting to him. Probably why he's being a colossal ass right now. He won't... He's not gonna take help from me, but...

[action]

[manmade_angel]

[Badou's trying to quit? Smoking? How horrible... Badou smokes nearly two packs a day, how is he going to do this? No wonder he's irritable and writing terrible things without thinking (it didn't even rhyme...).]

[But Haine's right: if Badou is hurting, the last person he'll try to get comfort from is Haine. They fight like a married couple cats on the best of days.]

[So if she's the last line of defense, that's what she'll be! Nill holds her tiny fists up and nods--leave it to me, I'll go find his supply!]

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[rain_of_bullets]

[Okay, so maybe he does feel kind of guilty using Nill for this, but Badou was an ass to her too, so it's fair she gets to be a part of getting revenge.]

Yeah, you got it. If he gives you any trouble, let me know.

[Maybe he should have a chat with some of the people running these free stores too. Not much threat if he can just go get more.]

[action]

[manmade_angel]

[Nill nods firmly--though she doesn't think Badou would give her any 'trouble' as Haine defines it. She's a friend, after all. Friends have to help friends when they're trying to do something hard!]

[She runs back to Badou's room and carefully picks through everything until she's amassed every cigarette she could find in Badou's room and carries it all back to her own room. Her first thought is to put them in the pockets of her dresses, but she doesn't want them to end up smelling like cigarettes...]

[15-year-old logic says the next best place is under her bed.]

[voice -threadjack-]

[strayfag]

[He's trying so hard not to laugh right now.]

Your cooking's fine Nill. Don't worry about it.

[written]

[manmade_angel]

Do you not like the processed food, Badou? You could have told me...

[voice]

[strayfag]

It's nothing like that. It was a metaphor, ok?