49th Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

Fuck this week. I'm not part of any clubs, I'm not a Kool-aide drinking fascist religious nazi and I'm definitely not married.

Sorry, Lefty. No offense or anything, you're just not my type.

...Mason and Daisy are gone. Yeah. Good. Lucky piece of shit..

They'd better fucking be all right.

...I guess this means I can get my puppy.

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Comments

[veryancient]

Sounds like the City made things interesting for you.

[ooc; Steatlh!Dracula in ur journal, checking u out. XD ]

[reaping_havoc]

There's a unique way of putting it.

[ooc: *laughs* Hah!]

[veryancient]

When you say Lefty are you speaking of the talking hand in Sir Integra's keep?

[reaping_havoc]

The parasite in D's hand? Yeah. You know him too?

[veryancient]

I know of him. We have yet to actually speak. I do however know Sir Integra.

[reaping_havoc]

He's pretty much notorious. You'll meet him eventually.

Yeah? Cool. Sooo...what's your name.

[veryancient]

Oh I'm sure I shall.

Abigail and you might be?

[reaping_havoc]

George. Nice to meet you.

Soo...is it Abigail, or Abby, or..?

[veryancient]

Likewise George.

Either is fine. I don't much care one way or another.

[reaping_havoc]

Okeedokie.

How long you've been in the city?

[veryancient]

I've been here since some time this past December. And yourself?

[reaping_havoc]

Around the end of September. I think.

So what the hell's your story? Shinigami, werewolf, or somebody actually normal?

[veryancient]

Vampire and you?

[reaping_havoc]

Reaper.

Guess the vampire thing is how you met Sir Integra, huh.

[veryancient]

Reaper?

Not quite. We quite literally bumped into each other on the street. Neither of us were paying attention it would seem.

[reaping_havoc]

Yeah, you know, grim reaper. Cloak, scythe, the great beyond, the last train ride, the Unknown (capital U).

Bet she wasn't happy about that.