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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.]

Spam!

Date: 2011-10-07 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Oh, holy shit, she needs to get away now. She jumps, feigning being startled (despite being worried quite a bit at the moment), and pulls out her item, a teddy bear on a keychain.]

Great, [she mumbles, stuffing it away.] My item just went off, I have to go find my Inmate. Thanks for offering to help, though.

[Claire is already walking away, whipping out her communicator and shooting a fast and private text to Bourne, asking him to cover the gym while she pretends to find Mr. Pink. She calls over her shoulder,] Bye, Richie, see you.

Spam!

Date: 2011-10-07 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[...Huh? That...okay. Not quite what he was expecting at all, but okay.]

...What? Um. Yeah, sure, no problem. Maybe another time...? See you, Claire.

[He's just...going to watch her leave for a bit. And then find his way back to his cabin since APPARENTLY she's just going to take off like that. Always the wrong ending. ALWAYS.]

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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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