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Every night my dream's the same, same old city with a different name

Mar 07, 2010 13:04

WHO: Jan Valentine/bitchin_beanie AND YOU!
WHAT: Anyone want to come laugh at a caged jerk? Here's your chance!
WHERE: City jail
WHEN: Any time from now until when he first for there, back in December!

( men are coming to take me away, i don't know why but i know i can't stay )

bridget frostheart, jan valentine, richard, gabriel "sylar" gray, nill, miranda lotto, !open, Ω oc - apollo mustow

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dickrolling March 20 2010, 02:44:24 UTC

The ease with which Richard slipped through the notice of the guards probably had little to do with how awesome he was an more to do with the current state of his size, but the Warlock was hard-pressed to believe anything less than marginally ego-boosting.

Not that his ego could be boosted much, even in this state.

He toddled up to the so-called "vampire's" imprisonment and narrowed his eyes, regarding nearly everything within sight with a look of ... complete and utter disappointment.

"I was under the impression there was a cold-blooded killer here. I seem to have the wrong address."

oh i love you so much. ;; bitchin_beanie March 21 2010, 05:48:38 UTC

Jan hadn't heard anything approaching. The voice caught him off guard, but fortunately he'd been in the cell too long to do much undignified jumping in surprise. Instead he merely cracked one eye open, then the other. He was pretty fucking sure at first that he was hallucinating that... whatever it was. That thing standing in front of him.

A few more seconds of staring didn't change what he saw, though, and with some effort he pushed himself to lean forward, one hand wrapping around his knees.

"...The fuck're you supposed to be?" he demanded, an eyebrow cocking.

You better. :O dickrolling March 23 2010, 05:18:47 UTC

"Who am I? Who am I?!" Oh, here we go. "I am Chief Warlock of the Brothers of Darkness, the Lord of the Thirteen Hells, Emperor of the Black, Masteeeer of the Boooones, the Lord of the Undead, the Lord of the Dance--" Richard proudly thrust his fists in to the air, and they cackled with fire. Tiny fireworks went off above his head, sparkling gayly. "MISTRESS OF MAGMA!"

He paused, then, lowered his hands, and pointed behind himself as he shrugged. "And Mayor of a little village up the coast in some other dimension. Or something. Of the sort."

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NOT AT ALL <333 bitchin_beanie March 22 2010, 21:07:24 UTC

Of all the people that might have drifted in to visit him, Basch wasn't one he expected. Jan found himself staring, a little surprised, mildly wondering if he'd finally gone crazy or something.

But, no, he finally decided -- if he were imaging Basch, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to imitate that weird fucking way of talking quite so good. How do you find your days spent, the hell did that even mean? So Jan pressed a grin onto his face, even if it looked a little tired, a little weak.

"Like bitches, I guess?" he tried, and watched Basch closely. He hadn't seen him in -- in however long he'd been locked away, he guessed. It was weird to go from seeing a guy just about every day to just about never. "That the right answer to that kinda question?"