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HMD • Perfect boy; Imperfect mun
How's My Deathing Driving?
Plots, crit, horrible asymmetrical terrors from beyond, whatever.
Anon on, IP off, all posts screened. You know how it is.
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|| 08 ||
[[Stock Drone/Grady/etc filter.]]
Good evening, Mayfield. I am in need of some assistance.
It seems my last adult supplier of ammunition isn't showing any signs of coming back. Rather than rely on just one person (as for goodness knows whatever reason, this town still refuses to recognize my obvious stature; "being an danger to yourself and others," ( Read more... ) -
|| 07 ||
[Twelve hours of school, with a factory job on top of all of that - suffice to say, Kid's patience and tenuous grip on himself is faltering. His own over-inflated sense of duty prevents him from simply leaving, and he certainly isn't one to back out of an assignment. That said, he hasn't slept since the switch over to Commie Standard Time.
Anyone ( Read more... ) -
|| 06 ||
[In every life, the sun must set. Kid knew this more than anyone, but it didn't change the fact that it still hurt when he lost someone. It's hard to accept when someone simply disappears.
Still, Mayfield had enough problems right now without Kid adding another pile of worry and depression on the top. Liz always hated when he worked himself into a ( Read more... ) -
|| 05 ||
[What a surprise, guess who ran his mouth and got someone angry. Again. Seriously. Just look what he did. For serious, this was, what? The millionth time he's pissed someone off from being a spoiled rich boy who is unable to fit square pegs into the round holes he's created for himself? Still, this was far more violent than anything else so far - ( Read more... ) -
|| 04 ||
[Kid's been feeling guilty for not being in the action during Westport, for not being able to aid those in need. Being the literal son of (the death) god weighs heavy on a young lad's head, and he really can't shake the feeling that he should be doing something more. This, of course, means Kid has decided to help everyone feel better in the only ( Read more... ) -
|| 03 ||
Security has been breached by one of our own. This is unforgivable, and will be both judged and punished.
Is everyone on Mitchell Road safe? Quite a few of us have gone missing through the, ahh-- "Westport Incident," if you will. You're welcome at 1446 if you have no where else to go, the rest of this household be damned.
Furthermore, any information ( Read more... ) -
|| 02 ||
[Kid's voice is somewhat muffled on one end of the phone, as he currently has the receiver upside-down. So he's a little old-fashioned, telephones have somewhat of a learning curve if you've never had to make a phone call for reals in your life.]
Really! Blasted thing-- I, how does this even--??
[He's just RANDOMLY (but symmetrically) PRESSING ( Read more... ) -
|| 01 ||
[A startled gasp can be heard over the phonelines (as it is ever so conveniently off the hook,) like someone waking up from a terrible, terrible dream into a whole new nightmare. Heavy beathing continues, hesitantly and carefully slowing to a normal rate.
After a few moments, a voice speaks up, calm but clenched.]
Back in the book--? No. No. ( Read more... )