Like wheat an' sky. One hell of a temper and somethin' to take your breath away. But that kid's dead now, been that way for a long, long time, I think ( Read more... )

Valentines and chocolates and sugar water showers ( Read more... )

Lot's been happenin' lately around here. No sooner does that tournament of fuckin' freaks end do I wake up and look out the window to see red shit fuckin' everywhere.

This place sure is fuckin' festive. I'm vaguely reminded of somethin' but I can't really place what. Fuck it.

Runnin' low on cigarettes, figure I should get some more soon...

Well fuck it. I give up. Any fuckin' normal people here?

Could've been worse. Think I got some kinda concussion, though.

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If you weren't me, I'd fuckin' kill you.
[/Filter]Some of these freaks I can't even keep up with. This some kinda Marvel comic come to life or somethin', sans the stupid spandex costumes? This place is bullshit ( Read more... )

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Fuck you.
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So I'm supposed to fight somebody goes by the name 'Sephiria'? Mind if I meet the person's likely gonna kick my ass before the shit goes down?

( A memory: Deuce an' Sevens )

Duece an' Sevens, Duke, Viper... There were some others, but they were the first ones, we were just a little ruffian bunch back then, some wannabe big timers.

By the time we had more, half of 'em were dead.

They never told you, threat of death, y'see? They followed me, got it? Got more 'cause of me.Here's a smoke for Deuce an' Sevens, heaven or ( Read more... )

Mentally unfit to stand trial.

All the evidence was there... Fingerprints, bullet casings, DNA, and I told 'em it wasn't me. How're you supposed to plead guilty to a crime you don't remember committin'?

We're gonna be real good friends those motherfuckers told me. You're gonna like it here, you fuckin' looney and I don't think not rememberin' ( Read more... )

So damn much blood...

A nightmare and a blessing, how old was I? All I remember is-

Daddy's dead, ain't gonna beat you anymore, kid-

Shut up you sorry bastard! I can take care of my goddamn self! Get the hell outta my-

I'm here, so deal with it, there's no runnin'-

Motherfuckin' cops, dirty pig bastards! This is your fault! YOUR FAULT! GET OUT ( Read more... )

Fuck. Fuck!

Hey, hey uh... Man, what's your name, Rikuo? The hell can you tell me about what happens when I black out, man? Somethin's wrong with me, man, I'm not fuckin' right in the head, am I?

Sometimes... sometimes I hear shit that's not there.