ragdollangel
12/05/08 - 11:46pm
Ours are the voices that get drowned out in the tempestuous, triumphal rampage of the local superhero or saver-of-the-planet. We are the nameless, faceless ones whose importance in the grand scheme of things is based solely on the amount of collateral damage that can be wrought upon everything we possess. We call ourselves the Victims of the Defenders of Peace, and meet once a month for sandwiches and dessert. Usually extra dessert. Nothing eases the sting of being overlooked like large amounts of sugar.
13/05/08 - 7:05pm
Today was Phil’s turn to share. He lost his car when the cops caught those gun-runners last year. You probably read about it in the papers. One of the detectives flashed his badge at Phil, grabbed his keys and took off with his car. The last he heard of it, it had a smashed fender, missing door and bullet holes peppered across the side. After 4 months of paperwork and repeated visits to an increasingly exasperated Chief of Police, he ended up with a check for a sum of money that would have been enough to buy a hubcap.
20/06/08 - 9:34pm
We had doughnuts for today’s meeting. Emmett told us he was still on anti-anxiety pills. A car chase involving an escaped convict and a suspended cop left his ranch in complete ruin. The car broke through five fences and eventually exploded a few feet away from the new stables. To make matters worse, the cop then proceeded to borrow (although ‘steal’ is the term Emmett prefers) his prize winning stallion to finish the chase. The horse never recovered from the shock, and the Mayor’s office refused to pay for damages since the officer was technically suspended at that point.
09/07/08 - 11:14am
Can anyone help me out with a recipe for dessert? I have 2 eggs, half a cup of milk, some coffee and the horrid feeling that I’m going to end up bringing decaf and an omelette. I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to say today. You see, a certain detective whose daughter was being held hostage felt it necessary to demand my wallet, and used my identification in a last-minute ploy to get her back unharmed. He also appeared to have allowed my business cards to get passed around when he was being interrogated by certain unsavoury individuals. I’ve had to move and change my name. Twice.
17/08/08 - 8:11pm
We had a couple of newbies today trying to get us to do something constructive. Protests. Picketing. Suing the Government. We get the fiery and impassioned sort every now and then. None of them stay very long, though. Well, I suppose it’s rather evident that we don’t do anything except talk and eat. The truth is, we just want someone to listen to us. That’s enough for now. As they say (albeit a tad tritely), one day our day will come. And if it doesn’t, I think Maddie’s bringing homemade apple crumble next month.
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Ours are the voices that get drowned out in the tempestuous, triumphal rampage of the local superhero or saver-of-the-planet. We are the nameless, faceless ones whose importance in the grand scheme of things is based solely on the amount of collateral damage that can be wrought upon everything we possess. We call ourselves the Victims of the Defenders of Peace, and meet once a month for sandwiches and dessert. Usually extra dessert. Nothing eases the sting of being overlooked like large amounts of sugar.
13/05/08 - 7:05pm
Today was Phil’s turn to share. He lost his car when the cops caught those gun-runners last year. You probably read about it in the papers. One of the detectives flashed his badge at Phil, grabbed his keys and took off with his car. The last he heard of it, it had a smashed fender, missing door and bullet holes peppered across the side. After 4 months of paperwork and repeated visits to an increasingly exasperated Chief of Police, he ended up with a check for a sum of money that would have been enough to buy a hubcap.
20/06/08 - 9:34pm
We had doughnuts for today’s meeting. Emmett told us he was still on anti-anxiety pills. A car chase involving an escaped convict and a suspended cop left his ranch in complete ruin. The car broke through five fences and eventually exploded a few feet away from the new stables. To make matters worse, the cop then proceeded to borrow (although ‘steal’ is the term Emmett prefers) his prize winning stallion to finish the chase. The horse never recovered from the shock, and the Mayor’s office refused to pay for damages since the officer was technically suspended at that point.
09/07/08 - 11:14am
Can anyone help me out with a recipe for dessert? I have 2 eggs, half a cup of milk, some coffee and the horrid feeling that I’m going to end up bringing decaf and an omelette. I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to say today. You see, a certain detective whose daughter was being held hostage felt it necessary to demand my wallet, and used my identification in a last-minute ploy to get her back unharmed. He also appeared to have allowed my business cards to get passed around when he was being interrogated by certain unsavoury individuals. I’ve had to move and change my name. Twice.
17/08/08 - 8:11pm
We had a couple of newbies today trying to get us to do something constructive. Protests. Picketing. Suing the Government. We get the fiery and impassioned sort every now and then. None of them stay very long, though. Well, I suppose it’s rather evident that we don’t do anything except talk and eat. The truth is, we just want someone to listen to us. That’s enough for now. As they say (albeit a tad tritely), one day our day will come. And if it doesn’t, I think Maddie’s bringing homemade apple crumble next month.
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