How many times must I go through this? I was going to just sit back, steadily drink myself into a stupor til about early afternoon, sleep it off then wake up for some night action. But no, no, no, no. Fucking curses. Fucking City.

What the hell do you want? I'm armed. You're not. Consider this in length.

[ooc; Have at thee, 4th Wallers.]

Keep the mutant zoo animals away from me if you know what's good for you. It was kinda funny at first. Now it's just annoying. If you're smart you'll know that's not good.

I guess if I were to take action that'd be animal cruelty. Harassment is a kind of cruelty too. Minor, but still. Let's not argue. Fuck off.

audio;

[Shots are fired on the line with no prelude.]

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

[A few more shots.]

How the hell am I supposed to go on like this, huh? I can't get through one day. Sure I can kill a small army but I can't even BATHE? I'm a freak.

I've always had my reasons for doing as I do. Always. I find myself in a transitional stage that's not just a fork in the road. I have my Hattori Hanzo sword. I'm my own boss. As far as the City goes, I'm kept. No Budd. That's it. I can do whatever the hell I want.

For the first time in sometime, I can't think of what. Coke, sex, ammo...it's all so attainable.

Now what, huh?

One of the fish died. Shit.

I'll be damned. Budd's gone. And here I was thinking he was hiding out in the liquor cabinet again. He crawled out of here, quiet as a church mouse. 

...Good riddance to bad rubbish. Could fight worth shit. And worst of all? Worst of all that motherfucker had a second lease for living and did the same fucking thing. Drinks at the Coliseum. Call it a celebration. It is. The first round is on me. From there you're on your own.

Tomorrow I'll find that hole in the wall where he's been hiding and see if there's anything worth my time. I doubt it. ...those damn brothers are nothing but disappointment.

The City was pleasant yesterday.

Good luck to everyone playing hero or idiot. Put on a real show will you? Bombs, rocket launchers, all that good stuff. Just know if my place endures damage, you're fucked.

The storm's boring. Unless it's going to rain money again, it can stop any time.

That wish day, I got the severed head of a stranger. Turns out I should have been more specific. The bitch's name was Beatrix Potter. Close, but not the one I wanted. I don't believe I needed to research that shit.

Today I'll work on clearing out the old shit from my liquor cabinet.

The guest list for that last curse was shorter than I thought it'd be. That leaves less for me to clean up.

Mickey Knox is no longer with us. I will call this a sure fire win for Elle Driver with a two to one ratio as far as points go. Sucker never stood a chance. I guess that the City is doing some spring cleaning. Out with the old, in with the new.

The most recent influx of newbies has brought about a few thoughts. First being that after all this time, I don't know why I'm here. I don't think there is a reason for me specifically. And if there was, I'm damn sure it is absolutely related to why Budd is here. Second thought is that I have an even greater inclination to apathy as time shuffles on.

Private to Mr. Eddie Blake//Unhackable;
I've got your lighter. You got something for me?
End;

Private//Fucking Unhackable;
Departed of Notable Mention
Bill
Brocklehurst, Nicholas
Constantine, John
Corinthian, T. (?)
Destruction
Ishii, O-Ren
Kiddo, Beatrix
Knox, Mickey
Styles, Christopher
Valentine, Faye
Vicious
Yubari, Gogo

This shit? Again? I don't even know why I bother giving a care. This whole damn place is a revolving door. Keep rolling in and out. One day, you'll know what it's like to be stuck in.

And I'll laugh at you. Until then, lap it up.

Some old, shut in bitch poet said something like friendship is an an estate. That makes sense. Property cut backs change with the times. I don't approve of this bullshit but I keep living on where I stand. Some other world is one asshole richer.

You know something though, no matter who comes or who goes, I'm not cracking. You piece of shit City, do as you will.

Filtered from Mickey Knox's Pussy Ass and That Fucking Bitch Cindy//Unhackable
The two that were interested in rooming, there are two of you. I need a selling point.
End;

Private//Unhackable
O-Ren, Bill, Destruction, John, Vicious, Faye, and Cori again.

And I'm still here. Either I'm doing something right or I'm doing something wrong.
End

Uncursed? I should know better than to feel optimistic, but a nice way to start out the month.

I had no idea that aquatic life could be so high maintenance. Or that whoever has the pitiful occupation of writing about them has no desire to engage the reader.

Filtered from Mickey Knox's Pussy Ass and That Fucking Bitch Cindy//Unhackable

I may as well make an attempt. There's living space available.  I'll ask the questions. You supply the answers.

Do You Need a Roommate? (If the answer is no, you're wasting both of our time.)
Name:
Gender:
Sexual Preference:
Occupation:
Smoker:
Pets:
State Your Feelings on Violence:
Brief Self Description:

For being a deadly sins curse there wasn't enough death or violence, wouldn't you know it? Damn shame. Someone should fix that. I guess that indulging a lady is out of the question. There's a terribly large number of fags after all. How about just to keep the balance of the universe, hm?

Speaking of fags. Where are you, brother dearest?

Let the record show that no fish has died yet on my watch. The official fish feeder is MIA, I'm calling it a full disappearance. Do the disappointments end? Fuck. The position needs filling.

All moved in. They say that objects are no replacement of people. I agree for the most part. Some objects are exceedingly useful and comforting. No more thin walls. No more surprises. Thanks, Styles.

Now, if only that absent roommate's body would show up. Or proof he's gone. I'll check on that a little later. Who knows anything about fish?

Am I the only one relieved to find that the crap quality infomercials have stopped? I pity anyone who was enthused enough to buy shit. Foil? Gum? People? I never considered having a slave. At least any of you. Too damn noisy. Even if your tongue were to be cut out.

I come from the US of A. Born and raised in California, the Golden State or Little Mexico. It's a great place. You can drive about an hour or so to get to a desert, a forest or the snow. It is one of the best places on earth. An intruder or murderer who happens to be wounded in the act has a right to sue the counter attacker. California is also where a great percentage of the most beautiful people in America live because of the beaches, the beauticians and the surgeons. If you can't pay to be beautiful you can live like you're beautiful. Or if that's not your style, there are a great number of quaintly urban spots for you and your homeboys. There is also a literal boiling pot of races. It's bigger than New York, and a shit ton easier to get into than Ellis Island.

Are you sold yet? I think that you should think about it a little more. ...What the hell. Really. Anyway, I mostly lived in Mexico. Same difference. Cheaper living.

I'm accounted for the sugar. Working on the beer. Tears? What next?

To Do:
-63 Bottles of Beer
-100 of sit ups and push ups to make up for beer
-Get cup of sugar

Current Score:
Elle Driver: 2
Mickey Knox: 1

Yesterday was stupid. I've heard some freaky shit I could have done without. Who would want to fuck their parents ever? Who really cares where you've come from. It's over. Nothing's going to change that. And it is no one's goddamn business.  But there was a bright patch. Maybe every cloud does have its silver lining.

It's still fucking cold and snowing. I hate the cold weather. When is this shit going to get over with? I want a heat wave about now. I've never liked ice. That's why I lived in California. Fuck.

I'm not beyond accepting bribery gifts. However actually being bribed? It takes more than a silver cigarette case and lighter. Very pretty none the less. Merry Christmas to you too.

This year, for Christmas, I'm simplifying everything. I think that covers everyone. Correct me if I'm wrong. And now that that is over with, I can relax. Though all that fucking snow out there. I've never been much of a snow bunny. There are several reasons why I liked to be based in California. Close to number one, the weather.

We got zombies for the holidays. Kudos for the unexpected City. 

Dum  dum da dum. Great now it is going to be stuck in my head. I can't fucking stand that tune. Even before then. I guess it all works out for the best.

It was a very short ceremony. Could have been better. More thorough. I think the party really got started when we arrived. I don't see why we had to leave so soon. The police didn't come for at least another forty-five minutes. Especially because that was our last big gig all together. Hn.

He only shot her once. I should have taken the initiative.

[ooc; Go ahead and ask.]

Dear St. Nick,

Give me the following:

• fitted, tailored bulletproof vest
• a proper katana cleaning kit.
• complete set of eye-patches all in essential colors: red, gray, white and black made with a breathable fabric.
• a male companion with zero likelihood of leaving who I don't have to share with anyone ever.
• a female companion to drink with and make fun of her choice in clothing.
• to be able to kill people
• the severed head of Beatrix Kiddo.
• a bathrobe, black or blue.

Don't give me that crap about good or bad. It is relative. All things considered, I've been very good at what I do.

Elle

I should have killed them. Maybe then they would stay for sure. I thought that--- I should have known better. I'm....glad for the time I had.

In fact, I feel pretty grateful for a lot of things. I'm thankful that I have a goddamn nightmare that has my back. You like mac and cheese, Cori? I also feel thankful that I have a job. Christopher, that's you.

Hn. What else? Oh. Budd and Mickey. What can I say? I'd be bored without you two shitheads.

Oh for fuck's sake. Here we go again.

Yes. I have one eye. Amazing and obvious there we go.

[ooc; Come and get herrr.]

Still healthy as a horse. You know, if I believed in that Aryan superiority bullshit this would be an excellent example. I don't but I feel a lot more healthy just knowing that I skipped out. Especially by all of the crybaby cases. Just in case I packed up on vitamins and shit.

I'm bored. Really bored. My whole damn apartment is clean. Seriously. I should take a picture of this shit. I cleaned it like my life depended on it. Of course it didn't though. I so rarely have the opportunity...

In case any of you are still watching, the current score is Elle: 3 Mickey: 1, I'm winning.

Why buy a murder weapon when you can steal it get it for free? I owe a zoo some money and a zoo keeper a job. Oops.

Private to Cori;
Dare I ask what happened?
End;