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So I ran about the Beast last night as Farfarello, for all intents and purposes.
Tucking two bloody knives into the sides of my coat, I did a general pale-out, with the tri-secting scars on the side of his face, the cat eyes, and even did little latex scars under my chin, where Ken's bugnuks went. ^^
Baby-powdered the floor up, to make it slick, and wheeee! Sliding across the floor I went. Just sort of burst out of the fog at people.
All except this one little girl, who couldn't have been more than five. She said the magic word, Boo, and I stopped and kneeled beside her. She STARED at me for the longest then, after making sure I wasn't going to come after her, she patted me on the head and proclaimed me a GOOD monster.
I think something internal melted.
Also, some rag newspaper had two girls go through the Beast and Edge and write reviews. Both came to more or less the same conclusion about us...that we were -bland-, and consisted more of getting lost in black mazes than anything of substance.
....yeah. You just skipped over London Town, and a good part of the Castle, didn't you?
My theory is that they were running so fast, they couldn't remember anything but the black mazes. *ahem* But that's me.
Needless to say, we were PISSED OFF. We're working our asses off in there, and these two stupid fucking broads...grrr.
When the managers wrapped up the meeting, I pointed at the paper, which was in Brandon's hand, and demanded a ritual burning. After a few more times repeating myself, louder and louder each time and with growing agreement from the other spooks, we took the paper out into the street and burned it, chanting and howling all the while.
....me + fire = happy.
....I still can't believe they're LISTENING to me down there. Hell, next thing you know, they'll want to make me a manager. *snort*
The night proceeded otherwise without too much incident....other than the fact that two women in the parking lot were getting ready to FIGHT. Over me! This is slowly becoming more and more insane by the minute....I like the attention, but I don't like the trouble it brings. Mrrrr.
And Norton shaved his head. >_< I could murder the boy.
Oh yes. And he wants me over at Morgue, BAD. I can't just drop the Beast after all that's happened, but..he DOES make working there sound appealing.
...I think I'll walk through, before I make my decision.
Tucking two bloody knives into the sides of my coat, I did a general pale-out, with the tri-secting scars on the side of his face, the cat eyes, and even did little latex scars under my chin, where Ken's bugnuks went. ^^
Baby-powdered the floor up, to make it slick, and wheeee! Sliding across the floor I went. Just sort of burst out of the fog at people.
All except this one little girl, who couldn't have been more than five. She said the magic word, Boo, and I stopped and kneeled beside her. She STARED at me for the longest then, after making sure I wasn't going to come after her, she patted me on the head and proclaimed me a GOOD monster.
I think something internal melted.
Also, some rag newspaper had two girls go through the Beast and Edge and write reviews. Both came to more or less the same conclusion about us...that we were -bland-, and consisted more of getting lost in black mazes than anything of substance.
....yeah. You just skipped over London Town, and a good part of the Castle, didn't you?
My theory is that they were running so fast, they couldn't remember anything but the black mazes. *ahem* But that's me.
Needless to say, we were PISSED OFF. We're working our asses off in there, and these two stupid fucking broads...grrr.
When the managers wrapped up the meeting, I pointed at the paper, which was in Brandon's hand, and demanded a ritual burning. After a few more times repeating myself, louder and louder each time and with growing agreement from the other spooks, we took the paper out into the street and burned it, chanting and howling all the while.
....me + fire = happy.
....I still can't believe they're LISTENING to me down there. Hell, next thing you know, they'll want to make me a manager. *snort*
The night proceeded otherwise without too much incident....other than the fact that two women in the parking lot were getting ready to FIGHT. Over me! This is slowly becoming more and more insane by the minute....I like the attention, but I don't like the trouble it brings. Mrrrr.
And Norton shaved his head. >_< I could murder the boy.
Oh yes. And he wants me over at Morgue, BAD. I can't just drop the Beast after all that's happened, but..he DOES make working there sound appealing.
...I think I'll walk through, before I make my decision.