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July 17th, 2009
02:48 pm
Dear Fred,
You would think they'd do worse than abject boredom after that commotion.
Still, looks like out of the frying pan and into the lava. ...Heh, I crack myself up sometimes.
This place is gonna fall to pieces around your heads. Right to the ground.
Funny how it all works out.
Regards,
Killer
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) amused
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July 8th, 2009
02:24 pm - [Accidental Voice Post]
[There's a zap as the communicator is aggravated at being ignored and the sounds of springs going 'glink' as Killer drags himself out of a bed]
Son of a... where is this?
[Only the sound of slow footsteps as he examines his surroundings.]
They got me...
...
Lady?
...the hell is Lady?
[There a crack and a crackle as the Comm is thrown up against a wall and suddenly there's the sound of prison bars being rattled and Killer's voice echoing.]
Lady! LADY! Where are you?! LA-
[The transmission comes to a sudden stop]
[ooc: taking place after this log. It's not finished but the overall conclusion is that Lady and Killer have died.]
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/angry.gif) angry
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June 16th, 2009
11:57 pm
Really starting to feel at home here.
Your so-called police force...
Well.
Just as much pieces of lying filth as those back in the big apple. Oughta rip your tongues out.
It doesn't fade.
You belong to her now.
Current Mood: Amused
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June 5th, 2009
04:04 pm
The hell...?
I stuff this thing under the pillow for a few days and the whole damn place suddenly explodes.
That mama's boy back in town or something?
Anyway, dunno your name. Girl with the wings who I bumped into at the hospital. That bump on your head heal up okay? Sorry I had to run, but I had to go meet someone.
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May 29th, 2009
04:34 am - [Voice Post][English]
Not that I really give a rat's ass but...
...If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?
[A dry laugh]
C'mon Discedo. Tell me. What's your wish?
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/thinking.gif) contemplative
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May 10th, 2009
10:12 pm
So what exactly did those spooks do, huh?
Killed a few people and hung around like a bad smell. And of course you all throw little fits even though you keep forgetting no one here stays dead.
You all, for all your complaining, you don't have a clue how good you've got it.
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April 22nd, 2009
09:49 pm - [Voice Post]
Feels like something's...
...burning.
Heh heh heh...
Current Mood: Malicious
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March 29th, 2009
10:44 am - [Voice Post]
So, we've moved out. Found a better place to stay since that damn kid Johnny ain't too happy about his sister being able to protect herself. He's got some issues, I tell you what.
Not saying where we've moved to 'cuz it's none of anyone's business, but there's a spare double bedroom in Horton if you want it. Clean and everything but I took all the food there.
Now war and forgiveness seem to be the hot topics of talk this week since you chumps can't seem to stop flapping your damn gums about it. Well, here's old uncle Killer's take on the matter:
You're all a bunch of morons who can't seem to figure out that you've already got your hands full without fighting each other in the streets and angsting about whatever's long past.
But keep it up. It's funny as hell and you're making her stronger.
( Private, hackable )
Current Location: none of your damn business
Current Mood: predatory
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February 28th, 2009
10:37 pm
The hell... thought I...
Never mind. If he's here, I'll just get rid of him.
( [Locked to Grace and the Doctors/Not hackable] )
( [Locked to Grace/Not hackable] )
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February 14th, 2009
09:58 pm
"Use this".
This is why I don't hang around you louts. I come back to find this piece of rubbish on my bedside table.
Well, I can tell you where to shove it you damn scientists. I ain't playing your damn games and giving her something you cooked up. I'm tossing the damned thing in the lake.
If you can grow roses, get some goddamn plants growing here why don't ya?
Hey, has an actual whole day passed without someone dropping dead at the hands of some nutcase? Way to go, Discedo. That's one for the books.
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January 27th, 2009
11:11 pm
Dear Fred,
Been a while since I wrote.
The walls are talking. No, I haven't set them on fire or anything. Yet. I suppose it's only a matter of time.
Considering the gas leak, this could probably get pretty entertaining.
Note to self: Breathing fumes doesn't make a good substitute for getting tanked. The overall results of being face down on the floor for two days are pretty much the same. Still, stick with the hooch.
Headache from hell,
Killer
...
Hey, Gracie, how you feeling?
Current Location: Outside
Current Mood: crap
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January 7th, 2009
01:06 pm - [Locked from Grace][Voice]
Funny old world, how some things change, but I'll tell you one thing that doesn't.
What Lady wants, Lady gets, and if I have to cut down every one of you lowlifes to give it to her I don't really care.
She says she likes the peace and quiet. So here's a word of warning to those making a ruckus and getting a dame all upset;
You get one chance to shut the hell up. If not, I'll fix it so you never make a sound again.
Capiche?
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/devious.gif) devious
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January 5th, 2009
11:32 pm - [Voice]
Ow! Son of a...
Dunno why I don't just drop this damn thing in a lake. Only one person here I actually want to talk to, and I'm guessing the scientists use this thing to keep track of us.
Whatever. Been bored out my skull and no one worthwhile to pick a fight with. And even if I do, I'll end up like the bad guy or something. ~Snicker~ Can't have something like that happen, huh.
Hey, scientists, bring me a real challenge in these monsters.
Lady, you said you wanted to come over. It's quiet for now so I'll come get you.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) bored
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December 9th, 2008
11:07 am
Dear Fred,
Murder, mayhem and mistletoe.
Yeah, glad to see this place is back on track to making no sense whatsoever.
( private, difficult to hack )
Current Music: Another Drinking Song - The Mighty Might Bosstones
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December 3rd, 2008
02:12 pm - [ voice ] [Locked to Grace, hackable]
Hey doll,
figured since no one knows where your chip is, I ought to at least show you how to keep yourself safe for now.
I'll be over in a few.
Current Mood: calm
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November 28th, 2008
06:54 pm
Look Fred, you keep zapping me I'm gonna open a window and toss you in. There's bound to be a monster that can digest you and if not, I can still do without the electroshock therapy.
Reading over, can't say I've missed much. Looks like the same song with a slightly different tune Discedo's been singing all along.
You lowlifes are still bitching about the crime around here, huh? Probably why I stuffed this thing in a sock drawer for almost a month.
Look, hate to go back to my days under Capone, but if you want to make sure folks aren't stiffing you and running amok, you don't have to kill 'em. Cut off a finger or a toe, tell 'em they keep acting up they get to lose something a little more important and a lot more painful.
Ain't the nicest way of doing things, but a little ruthlessness never killed anyone. ...Anyone important anyway.
Current Mood: amused
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November 5th, 2008
10:30 pm
Dear Fred,
She's safe.
All that matters really. All that ever did. Tore apart those laughing things. Feels good to be on fire again, to feel alive.
Haven't felt good like this in my entire life a while. Nice having her around, even if she was scared of those damn things.
Can't last forever. Nothing can, nothing will.
Doesn't matter.
Got nothing left to regret,
Killer
Current Mood: accomplished
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October 31st, 2008
08:10 pm
You did the one thing you really shouldn't have.
Now you pay for it.
[Edit; Voice]
You.
Scientists. Sneakies. Whatever you're called.
You don't bring her back in that shithole hospital, Capiche?
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October 18th, 2008
10:03 am - [Voice Post]
Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
Haha... Got my wish. She never got hers though.
But I got something to say to all you chumps hangin' around this hell-hole. The dame may be Grace now, but she's still the broad I call Lady. Any of you so much as lay a finger on her and she don't like it, you're going to find out why they called me Killer.
I will cut you apart piece by goddamn piece.
It's kinda funny the way you all are acting now. Empty.
Current Mood: bitchy
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October 9th, 2008
01:41 pm - [Voice Post]
The game changes, so do the rules.
If you sons of bitches don't want to play nice anymore, neither will I.
I'll find you all.
But first, kiss your little pets goodbye.
Haha...
goddammit...
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