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We crash into things, we stop at fucking weird places, and now the damn boat floods?  What's next, we get hit by pirates?

...Actually that would be kinda cool.  Maybe then I would get to kill people without everybody hassling me about it all the time.  Or join them; I like their philosophy.  Their eye patches?  Not so much.  They creep me out.

Although they are kinda cool underneath; did you know eyeballs don't squish as much as you'd think?


[Cheerful, AFFECTED Richie is both cheerful and affected!  Warning: he also shares ENTIRELY too much and is likely to run his mouth until you tell him you really would like him to stop talking.  And even then he might try to continue anyway.

Belated, and I really should have put this up sooner:

Trigger Warnings: contained below is casual discussion of rape, torture, animal abuse, accidental murder, and confusion between kink and domestic violence, as well as TERRIBLE anti-rape advice.]
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Date: 2011-09-27 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...Like how I know I can get away with shit with Seth as long as I tell him what I saw He doesn't always believe me but he usually lets it go as long as it's not a girl 'cause he doesn't want me to be a nutcase either. Okay, I'll remember that.

I don't like needing you; I don't like needing anybody. I don't like needing Seth either, but I can't imagine not needing him so I try not to think about how much I do. It's why I hate being here so much; he's not and I don't know what to do with myself. Plus he's my brother so it's different; I know he's got my back. You...I'm not sure about still. I think you do too, but you're a girl so it's weird.

I don't want to talk about this anymore; it's making me feel vulnerable and I fucking hate that. Usually I hurt people who try to make me feel that way but I don't want to hurt you 'cause I actually like you.

Private.

Date: 2011-09-27 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
Richie, that's awful. I'm so sorry...

Private. WHYYYY does he break my soul sometimes?

Date: 2011-09-28 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Confusion]

Why? He only does it 'cause he cares. And he usually makes up for it afterwards anyway.

[More things you probably don't really want to ask about, Claire.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 12:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Only, now she's thinking dirty things that she doesn't want to think, but she doesn't want clarification either, so she's fretting. She needs a distraction and an excuse so she softly kicks Chester, who barks.]

Oh, sorry, I need to see what my dog wants. Um, I'll talk to you later, okay?

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[MAYBE IT'S JUST ICE CREAM, Claire. Geez.]

Yeah, okay. I'm disappointed 'cause it means you still haven't changed your mind, but I'm hoping you will eventually so I'll let you go without complaining about it. I'll hang around the gym later hoping to see you, but I'll probably end up leaving before you do because talking to you never pans out the way I think it should.

[That's...probably a "see you later" somehow.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Blinks.]

How do you think it should turn out?

[Minor guilt.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 03:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[All the blunt, and also as if it's painfully obvious.]

Sex.

...It usually does anyway sooner or later, but you're not directly involved in it and that frustrates me.

I thought you had to do something about your dog...?
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Well, shit.]

You're right, I do, yes, thanks for reminding me. Bye, Richie.
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[COMPLETELY oblivious to any concern on her end.]

Mmhmm. No problem. Later, Claire.

[ooc: I'm up for spamming anyway if you are, and I PROMISE to keep it crack if that's the case, but I've got nothing in particular that "needs" to be shared.]
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Claire had just begun her shift at the gym, curious if Richie really would be waiting here or if he would have left by now. And between his eye comment and the sex wish, she wasn't so sure on how she would act around him now.]

Spam! - omg! and g'night!

Date: 2011-09-29 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[True to his word, he was waiting. He'd contemplated leaving, going back to his room and working out his frustrations in one way or another, but he told himself he'd wait just a little longer, just another minute, and one became two, two became four, and after that he stopped keeping track.

It seemed to have paid off when he saw her approaching. He smiled in greeting, the same goofy, unassuming, utterly harmless expression he usually adopted, as if their earlier conversation had never happened.]


Hey. I was starting to wonder if you weren't gonna show.

Date: 2011-09-29 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grahamcommawill.livejournal.com
You're not the only one paranoid about things, or the only person who's had bad things happen to them. It has changed you, sure, but I don't think that's all there is to you. I don't know everything, I'll be the first to admit that, and sure I'm judgmental but it's easier for me to be.

Wait, you have my file? How?

//blaaaah sorry for the delay. :/

Date: 2011-09-29 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
You an expert or something? But thanks I guess, that's reassuring. There's a special name for zombie plague?

Fuck you, I'm bigger than that. And you're a buzzkill.

lol np

Date: 2011-09-29 01:56 pm (UTC)
darknessb4me: (regards you)
From: [personal profile] darknessb4me
Yes, sure, no, don't care, probably.
Edited Date: 2011-09-29 01:56 pm (UTC)

//ffff sorry for dropping the ball. :/

Date: 2011-09-29 01:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
You....don't though. I don't see one anyway.

No, you're just an ass. I'm probably going to try to kill you in the hallways now and claim it was an accident because you pissed me off.

...Bullshit. Those don't actually exist.

Date: 2011-09-29 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...So it rotted. How can you make something better out of a rotten eye? That doesn't make any fucking sense.

//sorry for droppinggggg. :/

Date: 2011-09-29 02:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
If you were really sorry you wouldn't have said it.

...Or you'd offer to make it up to me.

Date: 2011-09-29 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-chang.livejournal.com
This? [He points to the crest on his forehead.]

You can try but you will fail. And likely die. But only if I'm in the mood. Sometimes, I'm not. this coming back from the dead thing gets me down.

Yes, they do.

Date: 2011-09-29 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
I don't know, I just do. I woke up and it was there. You had some pretty cool cases even if they were kinda fucked up.

No worries, man.

Date: 2011-09-29 05:20 pm (UTC)
toldastory: (Well fuck)
From: [personal profile] toldastory
No I wouldn't. I'm married.

Spam!

Date: 2011-09-29 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[She just bobbed her head once, a polite enough smile on her mouth.] Yeah, well, gotta work and all.

[Claire moved past him to set her things aside and relieve the previous shift. She did a quick once-over on the gym to get a handle on who all was present and the state of the place. ] So, what's up, Richie? Something tells me you're not here to work out.

Spam!

Date: 2011-09-30 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...Well yeah, but I usually miss you. So. [Richie fussed with his glasses, adjusting them even though they didn't really need it, and shrugged.

As she walked he followed, trailing after her like a lost puppy attaching itself to the nearest moving object. Even when her attention diverted to this or that, his didn't; it wasn't as if he were here for any other reason, after all.]


Nah, I...don't really do that, it always seems like a lotta work. And boring. I'd rather watch cartoons. No, um. I'm actually here to see you. Like I said earlier. [He seemed a little confused as to why she was asking his reason for being here; it wasn't as if he'd been vague about it before.]

Date: 2011-09-30 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notrueking.livejournal.com
By using human souls as energy, essentially.
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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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