The single black crow flew from building to building, perching on rooftops. Searching, looking for the man that had destroyed everything Eric had, so that he may in return destroy everything that was his. The skies were heavy with rain, torrents of incessant depressing rain drenching the city
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Drumming his finger on his desk, he planned and plotted. Finally he smirked and flicked open his cell phone again, hit the speed dial.
"Yea it's me, who the fuck did you think it was? Listen, the killer clown got to Funboy. Calm down. Calling a meeting. Yep, them too. Old guard and new. And make sure you have bodyguards at all times. I don't fucking care if you have to take a piss, keep the goddamn door open. Where? Where the hell do you think? The warehouse of course." He shut the cellphone, kicked his feet up on the desk and remembered the last time.
"Here we fucking go again."
((have to go to work, but I HAD to reply first, you know? *g*))
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Eric: Then it's interrogation time with the redhead hooker.))
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And just for the record? He is very much in love with that redhead hooker. Any harm comes to her and he'll burn the entire fucking state to the ground and salt the fields if he has to. Figured you should have fair warning.))
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I was planning on trying to use her for information, if both muns were alright with that? Using his telepathy to see through her eyes.))
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