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[The fire station | Open]Ever since the whole zombie thing, Hannibal hadn't really left the house much. His mind was troubled, a mix between what had happened there and his own want to be back home, leaving him in a slump that he hadn't been in since he had been a vampire. It was almost a week after that he finally made himself get dressed for work ( Read more... )

I have 21 songs on my play list and on shuffle.

Pick a number and I will write something with whatever characters you want involved in something that fits the mood of the song.

You won't know what it is until I tag it back here.

Mean? Perhaps. XD

( Kinda long so.. SNIPSNIP! )

[Morning: 1666 Nelson Street | Open to residents]It had felt food to have his pistols back, a surprise he had received while on his way to work one morning. While he didn't have Sundogs or any of the other assorted ammo the Nightstalkers used it was good to have them back. His hands still remembered the feel and the weight they carried. Even the ( Read more... )

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[Action 1 | 1666 Nelson St | Morning]Day three of milk scare. Carolyn had finally convinced him that they would alternate days in drinking the milk until the Milkman got his kicks out and yesterday she had been lucky. Sure she had gotten the good bottle which had made King relieved yet jealous at the same time. Which was why he had gotten up again ( Read more... )

By eight in the morning Hannibal was already pacing the kitchen. It wasn't hard to miss the events that were going on outside between the random killings and people over the phones talking about other events. All those signs as well as the radio announcements about the Milkman being the police chief now? Yeah. There was a reason that Hannibal was ( Read more... )