PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Hmm. What to do next, what to do next?

There are a few articles in today's paper. Some aren't anything short of expected. Vampire attacks, missing people, car advertisements. The usual. It's kind of hard to track down specific vampires when you're in such a large city with an unlimited number running around.

But ghosts and demons are a lot easier. Especially the kind I'm used to dealing with. Fortunately, their numbers have been pretty limited so far. Aside from the one that possessed me and the few were trying to kill me off for Lilith. I think it's just mostly the ghosts that I can get to right now. Spirits and such. The hauntings have been typical enough, but I think that something that we've already handled in the past has resurfaced here. Which is weird, but kind of not at the same time?

Dean, there was an article on a woman being found next to a mirror. Dead. And, yeah, that's right. Her eyes were gouged out and there was blood all over the place. Sound like anyone we know? Because if I'm right, we haven't technically taken care of her yet. Considering the year and all.

( Filtered to those who have abilities. )

So my time here thus far has been increasingly disappointing. It seems the hunters, at least the ones I know are, let's say cowards. Especially when they don't have their golden boy Blade to protect them. Pathetic really. That won't stop me from finding the one called Whistler, I just haven't decided what I'm going to do to her yet.

So let me ask, villains and the do gooders alike. What would be significantly worse. Being killed, tortured by someone you absolutely hate and fear.. or being turned into that which you hate? Don't worry, I fully expect the good ones to lie. I'm leaning more towards giving her a... new life if you will.

I can't sleep. Not that I ever could sleep before, but now it's getting worse, clearer. Before the dreams were sort of blurry and..now, There are these orb thingys, and..more Cordelia. Some other guy, tall..bumpy head. Someone I don't recognize, and blood. Fire and blood..

I'm hungry. I wish I had some buttery toast, I wonder if this computer would do well with a toaster attached. Hm...

I feel so helpless here anymore.

I haven't been this drunk in a long time. Drunk as I was last night, I mean. Not now. I don't think, I still feel

It's nice, though. It makes the thoughts stop.

Maybe I'll move to Antarctica for their summers, because apparently the sun never sets.

Not sure what I'm going to do during their Winter's though.

[ooc: Backdated to after the full moon]

This is the single most bipolar city in the history of civilization.