Scattered tools of his nights work can be seen around the room in the abandoned building he has been using as a workshop. In one corner are a pick and shovel covered with fresh earth with gloves and boots saturated with liquid and mud flung beside them. On the table where he's been working are several newspaper clippings and lists. Special ink ( Read more... )

Been quiet since I got Zee back. Not complainin' but not expectin' it to last either. Took the sword back to m'mate in London, lets just say his reaction was less than amusin'. Not sure he'll be attendin' me birthday parties anymore or if he does he may just poison the cake. Never mind the fact I needed it more'n he did at the time. He didn't ( Read more... )

Soddin' hell, what the fuck was that?

Gave me a migraine whatever it was. Not anythin' I'm familiar with. best keep m'eyes open, might be more of that mystical boogeyman mojo tellin' us somethin' bad's on the way.

The tickets arrived about an hour after his little conversation with Oracle and Huntress, the shopping trip had been brief and less than successful until John had noticed the end of a bag sticking out from under the chair the seller was sitting in. One quick threat of eyeballs melting from the man's skull and the things he was looking for were in ( Read more... )

(rt continued from hereFell out of the loop for a bit. Got more signs droppin' in my lap that told me things needed a bit of attention. Nothin' like family troubles. If it's not Gemma then it's family I don't talk about much ( Read more... )

Dream King. Bollocks I'm hopin' Zee's wrong about this one ( Read more... )

Bloody hell. What a week ( Read more... )

Not too bad a disaster on Christmas with Zee. Wouldn't have worn the threads if I'd had to shell out a pence for em. Convinced a shopkeep they'd already taken payment an ended up with a suit. I managed to not be more'n a half hour late to get her. Pretty much on time for me I suppose ( Read more... )

Trust Zee to send me email. Probably doesn't know I lost Richie an hate to try an use the bloody chunk of chips that is a computer. Not like I like to think about Richie reaching out to try an make me pay for killin' off his body again ( Read more... )

Figured gettin' out of the general range of Hunter Girl was the best bet. Maybe she didn't leave me out to die of exposure but I'm thinkin' the hittin' might not be over yet. Besides what would I do hangin' out with a bunch of tights. Save the world? Hah. Thinkin' it's more likely eventually I get inta somethin' tryin' to get me OUT of ( Read more... )