[Bobby's sitting at a desk in the library right now, looking over the play the Marquis had given him. Huh. He remembered seeing the movie, way back when, but it didn't really strike any particular chords with him. To be honest, there were parts he didn't really get, like... the point of it all? Real nasty piece of work. Why the hell did the ( Read more... )

Libby? I heard this shit about hostages, and-- Madonn' mia, tell me you're safe.

[OOC: ASSUME THIS WAS POSTED RIGHT AFTER WEST'S SPEECH]

Y'know, whenever I think this place might be settlin' into some kinda normalcy, the other sick fucks here go an' prove me wrong. I mean, we're all in Purgatory-- or somethin' like it-- here, y'know? The fuck's the point of goin' out and cuttin' people up? Ain't gonna get you to Heaven faster.

[Private to Libby]
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How's it goin'?

Madonn', there ain't no fuckin' place like Jersey. I know we got a couple good cooks in the kitchen, but you ain't had real food til you hit some of the joints we got back home.

Fuckin' weird, though, Jan seemed kinda... I dunno, different, and what was with that fuckin' thing on Artie's head? Worst toupee I ever seen.

So, what'd I miss?

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So, guess I'm-- whaddya say-- Wardenless now or somethin'. Shame. I kinda liked the guy. I mean, aside from the fact that our goals were kinda opposed to each other, I gotta say, I had no complaints.

Still, that last flood was somethin' else. Guess it fucked with his head too much.

Glad I ain't been hit by one yet.

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I don't think I was really myself the past week. I dunno. I think I'm a pretty patient guy, normally. So, I guess I should apologize for makin' threats and all. Not really a good way to start this Purgatory thing out. Hope it doesn't add to my sentence or nothin'.

Anyway. Thanks, Libby. Not too many ladies would stick up for a guy like me,

This is Purgatory, right? It ain't what I expected, I guess. I always thought it'd be a lot more grey, kinda cloudy here, but it's not really so bad. Got a good room, at least, and the food's alright. Could be better, but eh, can't complain, y'know?

I just wish-- Oh, Madonn', Karen...Jesus, or... Heavenly Father, or whoever's in charge here, ( Read more... )

User Name/Nick: Ros
User LJ: N/A
AIM/IM: pyrocornflakes
E-mail: rosloops at gmail dot com
Other Characters: Major West, the Master, Sam Tyler, Claude Rains

Character Name: Robert “Bobby Bacala” Baccalieri, Jr. AKA the “calzone with legs,” “fat fuck,” “salted cod.”
Series: The Sopranos
Age: 43
From When?: After he’s whacked by Phil Leotardo’s men ( Read more... )