Stupid curse. So...dramatic. Anyway, I think that a chakram is a pretty poor weapon. Same goes for a boomerang. They come back to you but can completely, easily do you in. Fists work much better obviously. I favor guns and swords. Swords because it is close contact and more...interactive.

I was so close to winning. I wanted to cut her head off. Not ( Read more... )

I never liked Happy Days. 1950s nostalgia in the 70s? Please, so fucking phoney and cheap. No one really acts like that. And if they did I'm sure they didn't live long enough for anyone to notice.

Faye Valentine, what are you doing right now?

Private to Cori;

What the hell.

This sure as hell isn't LA. What happened? I didn't drink anything, no hang over to speak of. I went to bed like usual. Back from a job. It was clean, nothing bad. Just took out a business associate of some kind. Hardly mob work. That would have explained waking up somewhere completely fucking different but...

Is this place mine? That's all my shit!

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Work is work. Nothing too difficult now.The music isn't exactly my taste. I had a nice time burning those cards, now my apartment smells like ash. Here's to open windows and incense. Someone's got a sense of humor and far too much time on their hands with those little shits. Damn.

[[How'd the full moon go? I was preoccupied. I wanted to stop by.]]

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Numbering these entries is getting out of hand. Bad enough when it was in the double digits. Triple now? Funny it ends with a six haha. Is it fate? I'm glad I stayed at home today. The hell kind of a curse is that? Obnoxious. Good thing it wasn't today. If I wasn't able to stock up on the drinkage my problem would have become a problem for many ( Read more... )

Things to do. Places to go. People to see.

Filtered to Swamp Thing;

You and me need to talk.

End Filter;

Filtered to Nicholas Brocklehurst;

Thanks for talking to me. I needed it.

I'm following your advice. I don't know about the results. Too soon to tell. I owe you one.

End Filter;

Filtered to Budd;

Did O-Ren kill you yet, you piece of shit?

End Filter;

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((Okay, bitch. I'm ready to talk. It's been... a long strange trip. Much of it isn't believable. Leave the chowchow Gogo home.))

((I hate everyone and everything right now. I am heading for a wall somewhere. Everything'll come to a screaming hault and SLAM. Or something. At least then there will be a pause, a stopping point in all of this bullshit. ( Read more... )

Elle Driver ran down the white walls that tried to keeping caged in. The motion of her legs falling into a fast tread made her already aching head swim. She was running to get away from dying the death of a weak and lowly creature. Dying like that was not the goal. Go out like a warrior, if not a warrior then someone to stand alone and greet death ( Read more... )

Filtered to the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad and Associate;
It's apparent to me that we all are selfish cunts out for either our own self-preservation or indifference for the fate of world as we knew it. Frankly, at this very moment, I don't care. I'm not giving up myself or anything else.

There have been logical theories of the entire business ( Read more... )

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[A light buzz comes across the line. A light throat clear sounds.]

I'm out doing errands. Left early. I'm safe from the flies for now.

[Reciever shifts to the other ear, tight throated laugh.] Dunno when I'll be home. ["If ever," comes as a hardly comprehensible mumble.]

Don't wait up for me.

No le pondré en peligro.

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