Part Eight [recorded]

Oct 08, 2009 10:53

This'll be the last goddamn time I eat candy on a doorstep. Shoulda known. This stormcloud ain't bringin' out my eyes too well.

Pr--Kaelis, don't eat the damn candy.

Noticed some posters goin' around for a funny lookin' gun. Now, I may or may not have found this particular item, and I may or may not be willin' to part with it if we're talking a proper exchange. And by proper exchange, I mean cash. Givin' away things for free is for charities and religious folk, and I ain't neither, I'm afraid.

Uh...Kaylee, the kid with the dog, and you others: you...done with this nightmare shit? Everybody alive and accounted for? You all scared the hell outta me, not gonna lie.

[muttered] And what the hell was with that fight in the Marketplace? Can't get a break around here...

[ooc: Bluest stole Paul's weapon during the Ball. c: And a bunch of other stuff.]

Ω oc - bluest

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