S'been a year has it? We should have been looking down at the bloody Thames instead of staring at the friggin' makeshift coffee table, wondering if we brought fucking termites inside. Bugger me if I know where it came from, other than it looked usefu
One: Yeah, mates, I'm back. Soul included. We have our old flat back too. Wouldn't recommend coming around either, Cori might just have me benching pressing you. Misery still loves company and takes her out to tea (I always thought of them as lesbians).
That brings us to point two: Cori feeds me like a friggin' horse and works me like a friggin' horse. Bloody oatmeal? How am I going to survive on bloody oatmeal?! And carrot sticks! I'm so fucking sore from yesterday, I was cursing the Silk Cut and skipped on the shagging.
Cruelty! WRONG!
That's right, I killed my inner-wolf while I was out. That means I am a shit fighter and that's about it. Cori's ego must have taken a dent after getting his arse handed to him by a fucking monkey with a knife so he's taking it out on me. No fangs, no claws, no fur, nothing. I'm just a bloke, right? I'm bloody secure about me inability to fight. I've gone 50 years getting the shite kicked out of me and I'm sure I can live out another 50 of the same, only the first involved my prime.
I can make them look the other way. Nothing kills the fighting spirit like a hot ball of shit in your trousers. Cori, do you hear me? You have a heart of stone, I swear.
Can't believe I would be spending almost year here on me own free will, but we surprise ourselves everyday. Suppose me excuse is sanctuary. Not a lot of those left where I come from, but I play with fire. Sometimes when I'm daft or drunk enough, the place gets torched. Funny it took a little bit of remembrance for a certain bloody angel to really get the blood going (Come on, Rosie, luv. It was in your honor.). What has taken up residence in me is more likely to kill you.
The nightmare I've taken up residence with is coming with me.
Faye, getting older too? Suppose this would help complete your wardrobe. I rather fancy what Cori stuck in it. You might too.
Aw, hell, I'll be in the square serenading and singing me farewells. All of you sods are invited. We have cup - cakes. Cori can bake like no other right poof can.
Kantarou, good luck finding another bloke to piss around. Scarab, cheers, luv, wherever you are. Catch up with the big green bloke. He has something for you. Rosiel, you missed out but I made sure the neighbors heard your name when I came on Cori's back. Jan, suppose we could have one last drink before we're done. Rangiku, be good to yourself, sweetheart. Matt, I'll be taking care of your nightmare, wherever you are. Belial Mad Hatter, I hope you enjoyed the shows. Takes you back to Sodom and Gomorrah, doesn't it? Alexiel, suppose I can come up for air now, can I? Anita, think you're okay enough with yourself to go without asking a certain mate of mine? Leeloo, you're more Cori's mate. Bloody hell, wish I got to know you better. You seem like a sweet lass. Greed, so I've heard you shagged the whole city but not me? Or even ol' Cori? Octavius, bloody shame about the cowboy. Letting the cheese age? Tonks, one day you'll remember. Elaine, take care, luv. Nice seeing a familiar face. Lucifer, keep Elaine out of trouble, will you? Dark, you're a right tosser. Dream I, thank Christ you were kind enough to give him seven inches. Dream II, your nightmare is in good hands. Death, you always was me favorite of the seven. Must be the smile. Delirium, I'm through with the squeaking.
I don't see Yuuko anymore. Christ, I think whatever got her, got her. If she comes back... bugger, if she comes back...
I won't be around to see.
Oh yes, an' last but not least:
Pestilence, next time youmasturbate with a chainsaw think of me.
Bugger me sideways if I forgot anyone, I'm shit at these sorts of things.
If I missed you and I think you're a cunt, then here's to the Ponce Lord below shoving a rusty pitchfork up your arse when you finally kick it.
Don't look for me or Cori tomorrow. Zee and the green fellow will be gone with us. If I suggested you go and see him, Christ, do it now, then go admire me smashing good looks. I'll part with this.
The nightmare is behind me.
Now fuck off to bed.
((OOC: SWEET JESUS I HOPE I GOT EVERYONE. I realize some of these chars are dropped/inactive but John doesn't know any better. John will be in the square playing "Matte Kudasai" on his geetar. Not really putting up a hiatus post because I haven't been posting a lot anyway and will be in internets access, but there you go! Tomorrow I am gone for another ten days! John also will be gone for over a week attending to his family business. Honk honk.))
Yes, I would fancy a bit of Lon Chaney and Steven fuckin' McQueen.
Come here, son.
((OOC:
Edit: He's nipped off bits to the point of meatdrunkeness -- but that hardly is enough! Not sure how it gets innate in a vampire but detachment shock and wolfy belly acid "killed" what he could gulp down.
NOW WHO IS ACIDBATHING WHO, if you exclude the fact that the Blob will tear off his fur, hair, whiskers, etc on contact as he tries to see if it's strawberry.
The tapetum lucidum (Latin: "bright carpet") is a reflecting layer immediately behind, and sometimes within, the retina of the eye of many vertebrates that serves to reflect light back to the retina, increasing the quantity of light caught by the retina. This improves vision in low light conditions, but can cause the perceived image to be blurry from the interference of the reflected light. It is therefore primarily found in nocturnal animals with good night vision, such as cats. Bottlenose dolphins, dogs and deer also have a tapetum lucidum.
Bugger it. Above snippet better suits ol' Cori. Don't know him? You must be new with the rest of'em.
In other words, ate the candy, tasted like crack, can't get the taste out of me mouth, found the alchy, sod the rave. Washing down said shit in mouth and the rest down the sink. Zee and Tonks came crawling back to this hole. Fuck me if I'd come back but I doubt they had a choice. Misery loves company.
Bog God? Don't shit yourself angry over my sweet departure. I can't have you pissing at me too if I fuck this grand stunt up. Mind the intestinal flora.
Complaint box is still open, rest of you.
I'll be away from the bloody noise. Don't follow the prints. I'll have all the company I bloody need.
((OOC: John went off to the beach and forest for his own sanity! LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS))
((OOC: John gets a fox, but it's a cross fox, named for the stripe on its shoulders intersecting the one along its back. Still a kind of Vulpes vulpes! Aspasa's text is easy to distinguish from John's, as you can see. :3
I have to go to work in an hour so I can spam a little bit now. I'll be back in the evening, give or take about six hours.))
((OOC: John saw his niece Gemma in the fountain the other day. Bluntly stated, he has only a month to save her from impending doom and stupid. He found his excuse to leave the City, and he is going to exercise his claim that he can go between!
He's going to be spending the next month resolving all his shit and perhaps saying his good-byes. Should he succeed, he shall not be coming back!))
The boy... I smelled Cori on him, I wanted to go outside and kick his arse then chain him down, but it... wasn't him.
The oils on his hands... I did not scent those. Even when I was at my sensory peak, me nose said that he hadn't laid a hand on him. Didn't rape him. Nothing. Didn't believe it until I figured out what part of Cori's scent was on him: it was his clothes. I know the traces of him all too well, it's something like a mingle; you know it when you smell it. Someone fancied themself (selves?) clever to know I am a werewolf but not enough to know how friggin' sensitive me nose really is. Last night, how I was treating Cori last night... Something tells me he, she, they wanted me that way -- Someone is trying to frame Cori.
I'll find out who and then I'll step back: Cori can indulge in his repressed serial killer tendencies with the poor daft wanker. They brought it on their sorry arse.
bugger this copy n pasyting shite bu cacophobai is this faear of ugly lyness
fuck ths lyng don now. pissof
(me; no t ugly yrt)
(wil brake arsewip;s fingrs dobn't like it heer)
((OOC: Gambling to cradle his precious edge but made the mistake of bumming a cig off someone. That someone did not like him. That someone was well versed in fucking people up in the most small and tender of ways and offered a... special cig. Conj will recover. Clarity is trickling.))
