...Good morning.

Apparently, I am nothing more than a doll without legs or knees with caps or some shit like that. After all, only dolls get tossed and carted around like that.

But if there was something to blame, that something would be me.

I mean...
Ex-boyfriends
Are a real pain in the ass, you know?

[Sure enough, Lolita is in the basement of the mansion. Her flowery perfume is particularly strong to the senses when entering the room. She's sitting in a chair, with a gun on her lap]

Why did you come here?

Forget me, and leave me here.

[Talk about being thankful...]

One hundred and twenty hours since, at the very least, though how many minutes or seconds I have forgotten already. Perhaps it lies somewhere in my mind, somewhere lingering about, but I ran out of bait for fishing. That's a terrible shame. You'll have to go back and get some more, terribly forgetful me ( Read more... )

Steady and stable. And safe, most of all. But still walking on loose floorboards, I see.

It's not over yet, Phineas. But for now, you sleep. You dream. And I hope you dream not of darkness, but of the sweet and sweeter days that I can no longer recall.

(ooc: Next event is go)

( Private to the Scientists )

I suppose it was only a matter of time ( Read more... )

Cats and dogs, but I can't take any of them home.

At least they're starting to trim their claws and teeth.

But behind the glass, eyes that always watch you. Eyes that watch me. But they are kind eyes. Curious eyes, that know no better than you or me.

I packed my umbrella, I did.

Cats and dogs. Cats and dogs, he said.

Watch out for their teeth when they come falling down.

Thankful to be alive.

Thankful to be dead.

What to be more grateful for, I wonder?

Rotten teeth for a rotten world.

(ooc: Lolita is going around just randomly putting fancy cupcakes throughout the city. For Thanksgiving. Oh yeah ( Read more... )