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[Nov. 8th, 2009|12:21 am] |
Screw homecoming. I am not going, I don't care if the whole football team asks me. One mouthbreather jock asking me was enough. Leave me alone. I have a date for the dance, his name is Jim, and yes, Mum, I'm teasing when I say that.
School needs to end now. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|12:34 am] |
So, Internet, riddle me this:
Zombie viscera on canvas- is there any good way to remove it, or should I just deem the trench a lost cause? We're awfully attached to the coat, but I'm not walking around smelling like a morgue for the rest of the winter.
Also, to anyone I might have... inadvertently maimed somehow, while John was at the wheel, I'm sorry. Blighter's been real bored, lately, and I don't know how to stop it.
Which brings me to point the second: Boredom, and its possible cures. I'm not used to being the wallflower of the bunch. And I have a tendency to bribe new friends with large quantities of alcohol.
Take that how you will. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
Thank the Force that's over. I think I'm going to sleep for a week. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
With the baby walking, everything has to be put at a level higher than he is.
How odd. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|10:57 am] |
See, this is EXACTLY why I don't do holidays. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|03:52 pm] |
...I think I spent Halloween as a chick.
Girls, I now have even more respect for you. I really hope I didn't sleep with anyone. That'd be weird. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|08:29 am] |
That really needs to be the last time I wake up somewhere naked. Next to a dead rabbit.
Anyone seen my shirt? |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|08:23 am] |
So ah. Next year, no more Halloween costumes. I'm serious. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|02:41 am] |
Dammit.
Nathan, I hope you're not all messed up, still. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|10:16 pm] |
This place is really rather like home, or it was, over the weekend, now it's gone back to being the same as most other places.
Don't suppose that kind of shift happens a lot around here, does it? |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|04:56 pm] |
Okay, who's bright idea were peanut butter cups? Or even just any permutation-combination of peanut butter and chocolate?
Seriously, I want to know so I can thank them. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|05:33 pm] |
I'M A SPAAAAAAACE TACO
got rockets in mah feets!
WHEEEEEeeeeee i'm flyin! ^-^ |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|11:10 am] |
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, and I don't know who all knows... knew, him, but Sneaky, the guy who used to be a Shadow and had a crazy shop full of junk? He's gone. I guess he got sucked up again.
The shop's still there though, just closed up.
( Sindre ) |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|03:17 pm] |
I think I like Halloween in this world. I might even kinda love it.
Does stuff like this happen every year? |
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| (As Dorothy Gale) |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|02:57 pm] |
Oh my. This isn't... well, this isn't Kansas or Oz! |
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| [as Professor Chaos] |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
KNEEL BEFORE PROFESSOR CHAOS
THIS WORLD IS MINE!!!!1
PREPARE TO DROWN IN A... FLOOD THING.
No wait, that didn't work out last time...
PREPARE TO DIE SOME OTHER WAY!!
NOT EVEN MYSTERION CAN STOP ME NOW
AHAHAHAHA! |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:08 pm] |
It's like this place has been owing me a favor lately, yes? That was worth waiting for.
Has everyone gone mad again, or is it the drink? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:05 pm] |
Ah, just like old times.
Navi, please tell me you and the flock are alright? I had.. matters to take care of elsewhere. Apparently boring, compared to this place. But when isn't it? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:55 pm] |
Was there some sort of succubus convention called in New York or something? 'The Hell did all these... they come from?
( Bob )
While I've got this thing working which, at the risk of jinxing it, I'm surprised it is, does anyone bother filing missing persons here? Is that- I mean, they can still... they have to be somewhere. Right? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Lo-Chr-Hell, would you lot fuck right off with the murders? Paperwork is becoming a real bitch of a thing. Next one of you lot gets sent to me, that's your Hell- middle management, for the rest of eternity.
To make up for my less-than-hospitable colleagues, any fly-by-night demons needing someone to swear an oath to, until the universe gets its head out of its arse, may find me at [address]. Who knows, you may even be released, when this is over. Just don't fuck around until then. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|07:01 pm] |
My Lord, where is my church? Where are my sheep, my congregation?? I must find a pulpit soon. I feel.. lost. Not truly lost, for I know that I have been found... in the eyes of God. It's just that my sermon notes are missing. I know I should have them. I would swear if I was not concerned about committing a sin. But I shall not do that. Funny, you'd think I'd have my bearings, speaking as someone who so recently graduated from seminary school.
I am Father Thorn. Hold, the jokes, please. I'm well aware of them. I know I should prepare for Sunday. But do I not have a Wednesday service as well? Its that day now!! I also feel compelled to start a food drive for whatever town or community that I am in. Or maybe I need to take a collection of tithes, maybe use it to build a shelter. Or a center for kids to stay off the streets. Help me, O Lord, give me a sign, that I may continue serving thee. I humbly ask for your assistance in this matter. I am yours to command, holy Lord, my God.. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|02:50 pm] |
CASSIECASSIECASSIECASSIECASSIECASSIESOR!
Guess what! |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:07 pm] |
Quite a demon infestation we have all of a sudden! By Ned this place is surreal. And here I was afraid I was going to be bored to infinity and beyond. The dual reality of this whole karking sideshow is just lovely.
Almost makes me feel bad with how many I've had to cull.
...Nah, nevermind that last bit. I'm having way too much fun to feel bad about anything. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|07:18 pm] |
Is this thing on?
Anyone seen a P-51D, commonly known as a Mustang around these parts?
Can't believe I misplaced a damn plane. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|05:17 pm] |
Does anyone speak French? |
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| (as Prince Phillip) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|04:01 pm] |
Aurora? Where are you? |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|03:43 pm] |
I do so LOVE Halloween! |
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| (as a 40s/50s Pinup girl) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|01:09 pm] |
So where's the party? |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|10:25 am] |
I don't know whether to be pleased or fucking pissed. There's millions more followers and imps now.
Hey! If you're a new demon, don't fuck with my food. I'll fucking turn you into slippers. |
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| (As his dad, Toki Wartooth) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|10:23 am] |
Gots a whole lotta candy! |
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| (as a -female- pirate) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|04:55 pm] |
Next bloke to call me a hooker gets a sword up his arse. It ain't funny.
...Well, not when I'm sober. |
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| (as a cheerleader) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:24 am] |
Where's my basketball boyfriend? |
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| (as a vampire fangirl) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:22 am] |
Oh my God, I think I saw one of those sparkly vamps.
Cris! Phillip! Did you see him? |
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| (as Henry Tudor) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:20 am] |
Wife?
A word with you regarding my heir. |
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| (as adult!Jaenelle) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:17 am] |
Witch is displeased.
Tersa? Daemon? Come at once to speak. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:52 pm] |
Batman? Come in, Batman. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:24 pm] |
I guess nothing fun happens if you go as a scantily clad version of yourself for Halloween. Oh well. |
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| (As Sylvanas Windrunner) |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:14 pm] |
Varimathras, report.
Forsaken, rally to your Lady. We must find out more about where we have come to be. This reeks of Arthas. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|05:43 pm] |
Mrow? |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|02:49 pm] |
Friends Romans, countrymen and family (and various and sundry other hangers-on): My son, Henry M. Stillman was born at roughly 2pm yesterday, November 1st.
According to the attending midwife, he's as healthy as they come, and is currently sleeping once more. He's got his mother's hair and eyes and his father's squawk. |
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