notafuckingnut: (SO not cool dude)
[personal profile] notafuckingnut
[Text.  Or, more specifically, a series of them, spread a couple minutes apart]

SETH.

Cmon Seth this isn't funny. Where the fuck r u weve got a rendezvous 2 make.

At least I think we do.

What the fuck is this place anyway?  The service sucks the beds like a rock and there isn't even a TV.

What am I supposed to do in here stare at the ceiling for an hour?  This is bullshit.

Voice

Date: 2011-08-12 04:07 pm (UTC)
hatestriangles: (so high and mighty)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
Perry Dawsey.

You're taking this whole Barge thing surprisingly well, man.

Voice

Date: 2011-08-12 04:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Last I knew I was dealing with either vampires or fucking cannibals. A prison spaceship doesn't seem that fucked up in comparison.

[...That and he figures it'll all go away soon; it usually does.]

Voice

Date: 2011-08-13 06:31 am (UTC)
hatestriangles: (i don't care enough to look at you)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
[Seriously, Richie? There's a strange pause, then Perry continues, tone no different.]

Well hey, we get vampires here too. Cannibals, I don't know. Far as I know we don't have any of those. I fucking hope we don't, anyway.

Voice

Date: 2011-08-13 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[...In his defense, he didn't know there are vampires here? And things operate differently in Richieland anyway.]

...You have got to be fucking kidding me.

[Panic or go hunting...decisions, decisions...]

Voice

Date: 2011-08-14 12:46 pm (UTC)
hatestriangles: (well you asked for it)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
What, about vampires? Nope. Bloodsuckers get special considerations from the Admiral and everything. The kitchen gets supplies of blood for them to eat.

[He sounds kind of really grossed out right now.]

Voice

Date: 2011-08-14 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Bullshit. How the fuck does that happen?

Voice

Date: 2011-08-14 01:03 pm (UTC)
hatestriangles: (I'd flirt but I have no junk)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
Hell if I know, man. This place is pretty fucked up sometimes.

Voice

Date: 2011-08-15 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
What, you saying that's not the worst of it?

Voice

Date: 2011-08-15 06:03 am (UTC)
hatestriangles: (look i seriously don't understand)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
Anyone told you about floods yet?

Voice

Date: 2011-08-15 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...No? Are we talking actual floods, like Noah's Ark shit?

Voice

Date: 2011-08-15 02:51 pm (UTC)
hatestriangles: (/deciding how best to kill you)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
Nah. They're more irritating than an actual flood would be. It's just a stupid name. [Pause; he sounds progressively more pissed off as he continues.] It sounds crazier than bugshit on toast but a flood means people turn into shit or their personalities change. You wake up and you're an animal or a baby or thinking you're the second goddamn coming of Christ. Fucked up crap like that.

Re: Voice

Date: 2011-08-15 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...Why? And more importantly, how the fuck do they manage something like that.

Voice

Date: 2011-08-15 11:26 pm (UTC)
hatestriangles: (something said not good)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
Why? No one knows. How? No one fucking knows. My best guess is that Admiral Asshole just likes to fuck with us.

Voice

Date: 2011-08-16 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
How long have you been here?

Voice

Date: 2011-08-16 11:11 pm (UTC)
hatestriangles: (i don't care enough to look at you)
From: [personal profile] hatestriangles
Almost a year now.

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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