[spying for victims] Nah, too skinny.

( Quickie: Trial )

( A toast to a lonely and wicked soul )

[ooc: Because Jane is made of awesome, just as Jimmy...again, Anne Rice here but this takes place mid 1870s so pardon the incongruities]

( And why you're not allowed to spawn )

Whatever shot that would've trespassed into Jane's body never made it in as he soon found out. Protecting him was the monstrous form of his daughter from Silent Hill. "Jane?! What the hell is that?!" The mentalist could hear Lisbon's voice in the metaphorical distance as the monster doll began picking up assailants and tearing them to pieces.

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[raises his glass] To my clusterfuck.

[planning prank war with duct-tape] Jane...

( 6WS)