Ummm, why is my friends page only letting me go back 50 entries? Is this some new *~*feature*~* I missed, or am I just being thick?

Kevas. I'd like to talk to you.

[For once, his tone isn't upbeat or friendly. It's flat, and his words are abrupt, to the point.]

I suppose I was wrong- this place isn't Hell. It's actually quite... bearable. I must admit, I'm surprised.

[Really, all things considered, it could be worse. I mean, he doesn't have the whole of London and a good portion of the world hating him and wanting him in jail or dead here- well, aside from that one guy- and there's no Russian mob to be ( Read more... )

[There's a long silence before Tony finally speaks.]

Is this Hell? And I don't mean in the "oh, this is unfortunate and I don't like being here" sense of the word. I mean, literally, is this Hell? The opposite of Heaven, ruled by the devil and all that- is this it?

It has to be. It has to.

[Tony's beginning to think that this- all of this, the ( Read more... )

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The How's My Driving? Meme

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This thing just squirted me with water. Now what did I do? [Poor Tony sounds baffled, not to mention slightly offended.]

Has anybody seen a little gold pipe? I need that back.

I've also lost my cellphone- it's broken in three pieces.

If you have either of these, I'd like them back. If it's not too much trouble, of course.

(ooc: Sorry about another backdated entry; forgot to do this before. Tony died, so he lost his stuff! Anybody who wants to find 'em, feel free and ( Read more... )

[He's too shaken up right now to lock this, so it's UNLOCKED FOR EVERYONE!]

Vie. Vie. "I think we need a bit of a talk", eh? Is that what they're calling murder these days- talks?

I mean, bloody christ, you stabbed me, Vie. You stabbed me, and I- [He stops, not wanting to say 'died'. He hates that word. He hates death. Granted, he'd come back- again ( Read more... )