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Name: Tony
AIM: xitalianmenacex or bananareptile
E-Mail: reno[dot]cicilia[at]gmail[dot]com
Personal Journal: venomized

[Inhaling.] So, those dreams come around and suddenly people are disappearing. Little too close to be a coincidence.

[He exhales and there's a shuffling.] Guess I can't escape monsters. So how about a number? That would your way, wouldn't it, Chapel?

[A soft tune drifts through the feed; it slides through the communicator like a chaser, drifting from long tones to very short bursts of energy. The sound seems to echo for a while before it's slowly tampered off.]

Argue it all you want, there's still no Heaven and there's no Hell. Everything's just choice and if you fuck up, you make your maker.

[There's a pause then a thud of a glass hitting a solid surface.] What's the point of faith? You think someone else has a say in your life? If you're that naive, then put your hands in another man's and see what happens. In the end, you'll be left to your own devices.

[There's a silence before a soft 'clink' comes through the line; what follows is the sound of running liquid.] So, kindly keep your religious holy war to yourselves.

[The feed is silent for a good long while before a distinct sound comes through the line. It goes on for a good damn while before the sax is ubruptly cut off and the Player speaks.]

Responding rather well today. Mr. Guitar; can you work with something like that?

And to anyone else - I know this place isn't exactly known for the high class establishments, but if you need a jazz player, I'd appreciate the roof over my head.

[There's a soft thud, like some heavy hitting dirt.] So this is it. I figured one of them would be here, but I guess that's not the case.

[There's a rustling of fabric.] Not even a thing to show for it. Not a scrap of blood, not a piece left.

Shit.

[He pauses for a good while; then, finally, there's a soft sigh, as if he's exhaling something.] World's End; fitting name.

Title: Empire of Dirt
Pairing: Multi-fandom, Sir Crocodile/Midvalley
Rating: R

( Empire of Dirt. )

Well, the clock's ticked down on my time. I've left a memento at the edge of the fountain. I'm sure none of you will give a damn, but consider it a parting gift.

Go away. I'm not listening to you both.

I told you both to fuck off. Don't bring your woes and your sorrows to me - I know what I did, but I did it because I didn't have a choice. You two died because you're both idiots. I warned you, I said to just let it be. But you had to pull that honorable bullshit on me, didn't you?

No, don't. Don't you dare. I will kill you again and you'll wish to God that you had stayed dead when Knives sliced you both into pieces.

I forgot how angry gin makes me in the morning. Ugh. The sunlight isn't helping any - jesus, why is it so warm all of a sudden?

( Private//So Hackable it hurts. )

I'll be taking care of him for the night, I guess. If you need me or him, drop by Apartment 03 in Building 9.

( Private to Elendira )

I was desperate - I was desperate because I knew it was coming. Maybe it's just because I've always been a free bird, maybe not. Maybe it's the fact that the genre is all about being free and being your own man. Maybe, I was just scared shitless. Whatever the reason, I wanted it and it didn't matter to me who got in the way.

Heh, now that I've gotten that out of my system. Shit.

Anyone looking for a saxophone player?

[ooc; responses will be sporadic because I have a fund raiser to do today and I'll probably be in and out from 11:00am EST to about 5:00pm EST. Sorry!]

I'll be waiting at Café Juliet for my pick up. Shouldn't be any trouble, eh?

Bunch of pricks, tch. I'm going to kick that cat if it keeps looking at me.

[ooc; cranky Midvalley is cranky. Comment log if you'd like and all that jazz - Midvalley's affected by the curse and he also has a hangover from Hell. So double the bitch for the price of one. Sorry! ]

Am I free? Maybe - I can't really tell. Didn't I die? No, I don't think so - Sylvia's still around. And musical instruments can't follow you into the afterlife. Though, I don't really think that is where I am, exactly. That wouldn't make sense anyway.

My head's still swimming and now I'm kind of hungry after that....urg. Seems the feeling hasn't gone away yet - guess I better find a joint to settle in for the time being. I'll look for answers then.

Wait. Why the hell am I talking to myself anyway? Must have taken the whole hit pretty hard. That's the only thing that really makes sense right now.


[ooc; strikes are mumbles, feel free to have them deciphered if you want. ]

[ooc part two; going to bed now - all replies will be taken care of in the morning ♥. Thanks for all the comments guys!

And Midvalley will be drinking throughout the evening and he will have a much not-needed hangover tomorrow. ]

Just started, but figured this would be a good time to work out the bugs that I have.

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E-mail: reno[dot]cicilia[at]gmail[dot]com