PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Lose something? Or rather, someone?

You'll never guess what I just did.

Oh Merlin what is WRONG with me?! Why do I feel...

Would any of you be interested in going on a little hunt? I am dying for something fresh, one can only steal from the butcher for so long.

Lets say you get the blood and I get the meat?

Oh Merlin! Why am I posting this? No...no...I can't, I need to find Snape or Edward...I cannot do this...I cannot d

Dru, love. It's time to play.

The stars have moved all around on me when I wasn't looking and now they're in such a terrible state of confusion. They cry so loud...no more pretty whispers...it's all so very wrong. April showers bring May flowers but they wither and fade in the dark. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...creeping and creeping and creeping it comes. Rain, rain, go away. The sun has come and gone and dollies can dance in the dark. And they all come tumbling down.

Oh my. This is certainly an interesting turn of events.

Angelus, why didn't you tell me our dear boy was in town? I simply can't wait to meet him. Oh, and it was lovely to see sweet little Kathy again. Do let her know I'm thinking about her, won't you?

You know, it’s really sort of funny when I think about it… I’ve never hated somebody so much that I can do nothing but think of all the different fabulous ways that I could possibly consider killing that fucking job snatching, girlfriend stealing asshole by. I mean seriously… I could rip out his throat, rip out his lungs, tie him up and cut off his limbs in a slow, painful process, which would eventually end him, of course. Although, just leaving him immobile might be fun. I bet he wouldn’t be playing hero without a set of legs…

But anyway, I guess I should consider not ranting about all of my problems when this city obviously has a bunch of their own to worry about. It would seem to be raining nonstop and I can’t say that I particularly enjoy that, but I don’t know… I suppose that I can deal with it. It is better than being dead, after all.

I love being alive. But I do really need to find a job… I don’t suppose anyone around here needs an exceptionally talented photographer?

... Oh hey! I think I found five dollars under this chair. Too bad it’s not going to buy me a hotel room. Too bad, too bad. Not everyone can be shrouded in luck, or so I’ve been told.

I never thought I would say this, but this place almost bores me now.

Really, must I do all the work to make this place interesting?

Both sides, I really did expect more from you.

[ooc: Erm, yeah. If it's not obvious Bastila is kind of a Sith again...not officially - not yet but yeah...she kind of just naturally fell to the dark side, I guess some people are born with it? Just thought I'd throw that out there.]

I have a problem. Someone should help me fix it.

Okay, just a word to the wise for all you wannabe baddies out there. If you mess with one of mine, you're going to regret it. And yes, I know all the good guys say that, but the thing is, I actually mean it. Hurt one of mine, I will not rest until I've hunted you down and made you pay for it.

Darla, that puts you smack at the top of my list right now. So do yourself a favor you washed up has-been, and back off. You've already gone to dust twice. Something tells me the third time is all the strikes you're going to get.

Oh, and for the non-baddies out there with no fighting ability whatsoever?

STAY INSIDE UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE.

Really. Can't put it much simpler than that.

Well, this is certainly interesting. L.A. without any sunlight. I can practically taste the mayhem already. I doubt I've seen a city this caught in the throes of terror since the Boxer Rebellion. The very air is simply intoxicating with the scent of the frightened and the weak. I can't wait for the fun to begin!