[The journal opens and there's the sound of a tape dispenser being used.]

Found another photo of our friend the slender pedo. This one was in a photo album that belonged to the Hendersons, whoever the hell they are.

[She then tapes a photograph to the journal page for all to see, especially the children.]

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[Normally, this side of journal would be relatively silent, but it appears as though it has opened itself...

by being dropped abruptly to the floor, the weight of the leather-bound covers making a distinct sound, pages creasing immediately.

And what is heard next isn't exactly pleasant, either.]

........what.What. Hey. Vriska. Earth to Vriska, ( Read more... )

[Backdated to earlier in the evening...

Nancy is currently seated in a little cafe whose name she couldn't be bothered to remember. She's sipping on tea, journal set in front of her.]

If anyone cares to join me, I'm in the city doing a little "shopping." Find me, and you win.

[For those in the city, Nancy will be walking all around, poking her ( Read more... )

(  La casa de Zelman filter; )

( Zeke )

Jesus Christ, if it's not one thing, it's another.

Does the castle really get off on this?

[Nancy is currently sitting in the lobby, perched cross-legged atop a sofa with her journal in her lap. She likes to people watch, but lately the numbers have been dwindling ( Read more... )

[This song is playing when one enters the sizable apartment. The furniture is pristine and bright, and tall high glass windows overlook quite the view of Los Angeles ( Read more... )

[Some distance from the castle, though still on the grounds, Nancy has found a nice little tree to sit beneath. She's sitting on a cozy looking blanket with legs crossed, and appears to be whittling a piece of wood with an ornate knife ( Read more... )

Never in my entire life have I heard so much bitching and moaning. It's a fucking dress! Get over it ( Read more... )

[The hour is late, but that doesn't stop a figure from dancing and twirling all about the duck pond. Not around the duck pond, and not on any ice formed over it, but on the water.

She's laughing fairly loudly, arms spread out and twirling about. Every so often she stops, as if amused by something, before she continues again.]And here I was going ( Read more... )