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[The camera shows the ceiling of his room and all its varied cracks, and...that's it.  Off-camera you can hear Richie shouting at...something and the occasional crash of one thing or another toppling from its usual spot.  The camera view shakes once, then stills again.

Fortunately he doesn't actually have that many belongings to break.]


Stay. Still.  You fucking COCKROACH.

[Another crash as something shatters into pieces.]


a/n: Someone's room has been invaded by faeries.  Well.  One, anyway.  His door's open, so feel free to stop by if you hear the ruckus!

Date: 2011-11-30 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Well that's a letdown.

[But he does as suggested anyway, because it's worth a shot.]

Date: 2011-11-30 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ did they get trashed on mouthwash alcohol? ]

Date: 2011-11-30 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[SO TRASHED. Richie would be sniggering over the feed if he had functional vocal cords.]

That's almost better than cable.

Date: 2011-11-30 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ An invisible giggle lets loose before she can stop herself. ] Then you tie them up. 's what someone else told me.

Date: 2011-11-30 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Why not just take care of it completely? They're easy enough to catch right now.

Date: 2011-11-30 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
Kill one and you just get two more.

Date: 2011-11-30 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
They have to run out of them sometime.

Date: 2011-11-30 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ a sigh ] ...gotta wonder.

Date: 2011-11-30 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
And maybe it won't count if they're too drunk to know any better. Maybe the fairy factory or what the fuck ever won't get the memo.

Date: 2011-11-30 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ Richie just wants an excuse to kill something, doesn't he. She starts to come into view again, and shakes her head with a discouraging wrinkle in her nose. ] ... if you tie it up, it'll be funny when it sobers up.

Date: 2011-11-30 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
They took my voice. I feel like the Little fucking Mermaid over here, only I don't get to marry a princess to get it back. I'm just assuming. So I'm not really feeling like "funny" is really enough here.

...Hey, you're back. Kind of.

Date: 2011-11-30 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ this is another awkward metaphor based on a story she doesn't know, isn't it. Her eyes flick down at her hands and she relaxes a little. ] It comes and goes. Be worse for them if they're trapped, though, instead of dead.

Date: 2011-11-30 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[A good minute pause; dead fairies would definitely make HIM feel a little better about things. But if she has other ideas...it might be worth listening to her.]

You think so?

Date: 2011-11-30 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ She nods, with that tight little smile that he should know by now as "I know you don't want to but trust me". ] They won't know what hit them.

Date: 2011-11-30 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Some more deliberation, and then a heaved sigh; so much for his revenge.]

...I wish I had floss. It would go with the theme.

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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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