Gotta Lot Of Bullets

So somebody left me a gift on my bed.

I'm not amused, but, meh, that's what you get for working with children. Whoever did this is someone with a wasted existence. Because really, now, goat turds? How bad-ass. You must feel mighty proud of yourself.

Emerald helped me carry it up to the deck. Gallon of gasoline, a match...you get the picture. Think I know who did it. Not saying who yet. But I just wanted to tell them hi - you were so thoughtful. ♥

( Private to Schroedinger )

I'm going out for a long walk. If I don't come back for a couple days, don't go crying to Lucy.

You people make me sick. And you wonder why I like being alone so much. Emerald, keep your hands off my shit while I'm gone.

If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself. No one gets their shit done around here. We either half-ass or we brag about the miracles that we just so happen to be. I actually do something for this team.

Light, feel free to talk whenever you want. You ain't so bad right now.

Well, whaddya know. Things are finally starting to get interesting around here.

I heard Mello and Banru with that bazooka. Nice weapon. Not as big as mine. I knew right away Banru had bad taste and he just advertised that to everyone. And Mello? Not really worth the afterthought.

Apparently, Una's taste is just as bad as Banru's, I've heard. Shame. I thought she was better than that.

Oh, Emerald, how I do ~miss~ you. The noises you made at night, the times I told you to get my guns out from between your legs (really, what a way to get 'banged'), the one day you were the mummy... There's just no one to pick on anymore. No one to have sex with everyone and distract them from coming on to me. I hope you died, Emerald. It would ease my heart.

*snort*

Light's doing better. He can speak in sentences.

And Carrion? Ooooh, Carrion, you are a handful. I've got my pretty little eye on you~.

If you've got something to say about me, say it to my face. Kay? I know some people are a bit fussy about the way I do things, but instead of sitting on your fat asses and griping, come talk to me. I'm a big kid; lay it on me.

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Emerald's gone. Fucking cunt. ....She better be lost. Stuck in a cave or stuck up a tree or something. I knew she was mad at me for beating up on that mummy body, but yeesh, I didn't think she'd take off at the first tick of midnight.

Now I have no one to pick on. Will, get over here - I need to pick on someone bad.


{AN: Sal 'misses' Emerald as much as Sal can miss anyone (that's not much, but it's more than nothing) and that's why s/he's a bit snappish at the others. Sorry D:}

Hn.

I feel like I've joined the fucking circus. Robots, witches, mummies, demons, and the Prince of Darkness. All we need now is the Bearded Lady.

So - Emerald and I did up our room. Don't know why I never thought of it before back in NYC. Woulda made headlines for sure. But I guess I'm cool with slobbering entrails all over the vanity. Maybe I'll even use the leftovers as presents in everyone else's rooms...

Ain't I a dish?

With that being said, I've been watching all those little Asgard punks across the way. What a delicious confection of pathetic shits. Not to say Niflheim's got it any better. We fucking have people questioning why they're here. Hey, you've been hand picked by Lucifer herself - just fucking enjoy the ride. Whiny sods...

Anyway, back to Asgard - I ain't been posting much, but I've been watching. Oh, I've been watching lots. I feel the winds of change are coming, and I'm riding 'em. I'm riding 'em straight into your backyard.


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AN: Holy crap! You people sure are active! I've been busy - finals and such - so I may not have my characters post very often on everyone's journals, but I am reading them! So I don't mean to offend if my characters are not as chatty as they should be.