Fifty-Eight Cardinals

[modern_truths]

Explosions. Terroristic activity, it has to be. My God...how many casualties?

Ah...I suppose an early discharge is frowned upon?

((Strikes are thought, not typed. Open comment log for anyone who wants to visit him/happens to be in the area. Network entry otherwise.))

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[offthepigs]

[Peers around the corner, hoping Crane doesn't spot him, but the man's wide awake.]

Alright, fuck it,

[Mumbles to himself, reaching into his front coat pocket.]

He wanted to visit you, I told him you were dangerous but he wouldn't listen to me. Had to see for himself.

[Without giving Ichabod time to protest, places the lizard on Ichabod's lap]

See, you poor fool. And he's probably contagious, now we've both got it.

[modern_truths]

...

*pats the lizard on the head*

Hullo, Irving.

*looks up, face bandaged*

Hello to you, too.

[offthepigs]

You'll probably never look the same, you know. A freak for life.

[Staring at the lizard.]

He shit all over your apartment.

[modern_truths]

*shrugs as if both statements do not faze him; lays back on the bed, closing his eyes*

To what do I owe the pleasure of this visitation?

[venomouselle]

Problem, Mr. Crane?

[modern_truths]

They will not let me leave.

[venomouselle]

They? The dumbfucks blowing things up?

[modern_truths]

The doctors. I would dearly love to get to the bottom of this commotion outside. Anything is better than being useless in here.