July 6th, entry fifteen

[unevoked]

...There was some guy covered in rhinestones and frills and shit going through the trashcan outside this morning. 'Least it ain't a giant raccoon or whatever, but hell. I dunno where he went, though.

Hey, Eyepatch, unless you're stuck in a dress or some shit, I ain't running this place for you. [Pencil taaaps.] Lemme know what's up before I start

Comments

[fourplusnipples]

I've seen that man around. Something's wrong with him. He doesn't leave a scent trail, and that's impossible.

[unevoked]

He don't mask it or anything?

Also, how the hell do you know?

[fourplusnipples]

Nope. He's there and gone, like he disintegrated.

Got a good nose. It's a copper thing.

[unevoked]

Makes it even weirder. Wouldn't say much've anything was impossible here, though.

[fourplusnipples]

One or two things, maybe.

[unevoked]

What, like getting out?

[fourplusnipples]

People leave all the time.

[unevoked]

Dunno if dying and disappearing counts.

[fourplusnipples]

The disappeared ones have to go somewhere.

[unevoked]

Too bad there ain't really a way've figuring out where that is.

[fourplusnipples]

Not yet.

[unevoked]

Why, you got ideas?

[fourplusnipples]

...not yet.