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What the fuck just happened. Somebody tell me that kind of shit's normal around here, because if it's not I'm gonna have to ask what the hell kind of protocol you have for a crash in fucking SPACE.


[ooc: Richie is unaffected. Mirror!Richie is a bundle of insecurities and repentant puppy!eyes and anal-retentively clutched self-control - he's convinced if he tries this whole behaving and being Good thing hard enough for long enough his brother will come get him - sooo consequently it will quickly become fairly obvious to anyone who's spent any amount of time with him thus far in the Mirror!Verse that yeeeeah he's SUDDENLY GOTTEN "BETTER". Or at least gotten a hell of a lot closer to it.  *gasp*]

[SPAM - Day 2.]

Date: 2011-08-23 11:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
Targaryens. It's the name of our House, our...surname, as you call it. As yours is Gecko.

[SPAM - Day 2.]

Date: 2011-08-23 12:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
So...you're fucking your brother. Cousin. Or something. And he tried to kill you yesterday.

[Just so he has this all right.]

[SPAM - Day 2.]

Date: 2011-08-23 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
Aye, more or less. Not that I was any more composed.

[SPAM - Day 2.]

Date: 2011-08-23 01:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...Oh, of course not.

[Like he knows the situation. He's mostly just smiling and nodding at this point, and probably zoning out as far as attention to words goes if only because it's getting surreal and it's more interesting to look.]

[SPAM - Day 2.]

Date: 2011-08-23 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Claire offered a grin.]

Well, I promised my Inmate a CES visit. I shall see you later, Richard.

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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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