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I'm here, really. -
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That was a surprise. Please, don't think I want to see that again. I don't. -
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I'm Cross Marian, and I'm your teacher for Theological Studies. Joy. -
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→ shot ix
[have a Cross, strumming across on a Spanish guitar that he somehow got; don't ask, he won't tell. But a poor man is stuck looking for it. Leaning back, hair tied back for once and strumming on it, singing lowly in Italian ...] Ci sono isole, là sono isole ( Read more... ) -
→ shot viii
No way am I doing this whole "raising" facade again. You're all on your own.
[mumbling to himself, "Go pay that bill, Allen." "What do you mean that they said they'd break your knees? Let them! Not that you need to use them for anything."]
Child rearing is a filthy task and I had enough of it the first time around with that idiot. -
→ shot vii
[this is the effect of the gas leak, really and he is not at all like this all the time. Cross is lit up like chimney, chain smoking with ashes piled up in his ash tray and bottles of liquor around]Random relocations call for one thing; beautiful women and excellent liquor. Thankfully, Euphie has both; think you can hook a man up, Reno? What do you ( Read more... ) -
→ shot vi
[waking up in his new residence, looking more than angry]
Where is she? -
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[some things don’t change; even if he doesn’t have his memory. Staring at the Grave of Maria, somewhat inquisitive expression on his face. Cigarettes and wine bottles, books … clothes]
… I need a drink, correct? -
→ shot iv
[his mark is aching for some odd reason today. Cross is unaware he’s on the second level; sitting up straight in a chair, cigarette butts all over the floor. He has a shawl draped over his shoulders and he’s shirtless. His fingertips keep running over his lower back where his mark is]
What is ( Read more... )