10 years forward

[b_as_a_criminal]

[So, what has B been doing 10 years into the future? Well, not much has changed - but due to heavy drama with the resident sparkling vampire, while in public he is pretending to be a drone.

Therefore, if you are late outside on New Years' Eve, you might pass him, standing fully upright as opposed to his usual slouch, whistling Jingle Bells with a

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[bluecapboy]

[Luke has been a busy boy while B was away. He has three bodies in the basement of his house, all ready for testing. Currently, he's in the basement, although if you pass by his house you'll notice a piece of rope hanging from a tree and all the curtains have been closed.]

[b_as_a_criminal]

[...Curious. He can make some educated guesses as far as what that's about, but he doesn't actually care, so he's going to ring the doorbell anyway.]

[bluecapboy]

[Luke looks up from one of the corpses he was working on to hear the sound of a doorbell. He's a little paranoid, for all his knows it could be some Mayfield goon, ready to extract his revenge. But he takes off his blood-soaked gloves and decides to head upstairs, slowly opening the door to see B.

Oh thank god.]

Ah, B, it's just you. What brings you here at this late hour?

[b_as_a_criminal]

All of a sudden, there've been numerous reports of deaths.

I did say I would come with information.

[hurtjustalittle]

[It has been a tough week. Her sudden reconciliation with England and betrayal of Russia has left Jane quite unstable, and the sight of that Beyond bastard as she walks home from the library does not help things at all. She doesn't care that he is seemingly droned. She wants something to yell at, something to scream at and swear at and abuse even if it's only a vacant not-person. When she spots him, she marches straight up to him, barely keeping her speed at that of a human, and spits at him.]

I hope you die. I hope you trip and fall into a bucket of slow-burning acid and stay there until the skin melts straight of your flesh. You’re a bastard and I hate you, I hate you, and if this goddamned town wouldn’t drone me for it I’d kill you myself.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[Oh, Jane. He actually kind of enjoys that she's still angry, and fooled by him for so long - it makes his old revenge all the more sweet. However, he keeps his happy happy poker face, ignoring the spit just like any good drone would.]

What are you saying, Jane? Mayfield is a wonderful town. A perfect town. Shouldn't you be in bed like a good little girl? Your parents must worry themselves sick over you.

[hurtjustalittle]

SHUT UP!

Mayfield is Hell. No perfect town would do this to me. In a perfect town I wouldn't have to choose. And my parents are dead and fuck them, they deserve it, why aren't you dead you bastard, why won't you stay dead-

[b_as_a_criminal]

That's a terrible thing to say about your good ol' mom and pop. It is also nonsense, since I just saw Mr. deKiller yesterday.