- (tinieblas) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-04-01 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | *journal, cristián martin-argüelles, louis donovan, sam alexander |
Louis D, Cris M
[Immediately after this, messy, because it's scribbled while she weaves through the crowd, and because she's less than straight at the moment.]
[Group lock, Louis D & Cris M]
I swear 2 fcking god, if either of you so much as BREATHE my name to Neil Donovan again, I'm disapearing. That's fucking it. I mean it I'll move into Lou's place in Marvel. Ok? Just leave the fucking man alone. Don't you both get it? He doesn't want nything to do with me. Lou, you keep fucking PUSHING, and he doesn't want it, so he just piks what the fuck ever, and Cris yells at him for it. His nightmare with me ended yrs ago. Let it be fucking over. I not kidding, ok? NOT ONE MORE COMMENT if either of ur tlking to him rn.
[She pockets the journal right after the post. No reply to anything here.]