[Janus awakens quietly and slowly. At first, he can't believe it - he had just been finished off like a punk, unable to defend himself after this damn place took away most of what he had. Even with a gun, though, could he have protected himself? Was he even weaker than the death Virginia had informed of suggested? It wasn't something he wanted to ( Read more... )

[Janus' morning was the epitome of suck. Not even here for two weeks, and everything has to go and change on him! Getting up two hours earlier than usual, and everything is gray and even more boring than usual, and he has to... paint?! He doesn't know a damned thing about it ( Read more... )

[Anyone in shouting distance of 1129 Taylor Road is liable to hear an unintelligible ruckus. This quiets down in short order, and is followed by an open call.

Janus has no idea where he is, so he picks up the phone and tries to dial, and after fumbling around with it decides to just start talking.]

Hey! Operator? Dario, Romero... hell, is anyone ( Read more... )