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[20 Dec 2009|02:03pm] |
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( Mark )
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[14 Dec 2009|04:20pm] |
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( Lyssa and Mania )
I feel the need for a particularly violent hunt. Anyone lusting for blood?
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[04 Dec 2009|01:26am] |
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The definition of 'Twee' is 'brain-splatteringly cute' but I can't find anything about her brownie making skills. Or her brownie 'not letting Ruin ruin it' skills.
Deimos, cupcake, there's some stashed away waiting for you.
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[19 Nov 2009|04:51pm] |
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Sex almost takes the edge of, but pain is so much better.
He's crying like a little girl now. It's almost enough to make a girl forget her problems. Almost.
I need another fucking drink.
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[13 Nov 2009|12:46am] |
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Gotta go! Gotta go fuck up a dragon!
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| OOC: Ate/Apollo manips! |
[08 Nov 2009|08:13pm] |
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I only like the last one really, but they're hot and flirting and apparently now planning to murder Deimos together...
( Apollo and Ate )
It's remarkable how productive I am when I'm supposed to be doing NaNo... *whistles*
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[07 Nov 2009|05:10pm] |
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Took Puppy for a walk and watched him chase birds. He's such a big cutie. Puppy > Spot. Spot is kind of funny too, I guess, but mostly Deimos won't let me make him cry.
Maybe I need to get a pet of my own... hmmm... actually, now I'm having ideas.
( Apollo )
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[31 Oct 2009|04:57am] |
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PHOBOS, YOU GET YOUR LITTLE BLOND ASS BACK HERE RIGHT THE HELL NOW!
ARES, YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING DICK.
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[25 Oct 2009|09:07pm] |
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I am sitting in front of the TV watching Mrs Robinson and it's so shit. Someone come save me or I'll have to drown something in the swamp.
Apollo? Thalia? Lap lion? Seriously, entertainment plz. Ruin is so damned bored and when Ruin is bored people need to start screaming.
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[21 Oct 2009|03:46pm] |
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The man I met last night smelled a bit like peaches but now he only smells like the insides of people. Which is nice too, but in a different way. I'll need to get rid of him today though, since I'm going to visit my little lion cub(s) and it won't do to have peaches-people man smelling up the place. I wish I had a giant incinerator. Oh, and I could toast marshmallows in it!
All the nephew's talk of candy has me craving. I need to get travel candy for the trip tonight, so I'll do that while I'm out shopping. (I saw the cutest little pink heels in a store the other day and I need them!)
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[19 Oct 2009|01:36pm] |
[Private to Mia]
Mia, darling, I'm a old friend of Mark's. Would you be the sweetest pumpkin and tell him that Ate would love to lunch with him again some time very soon?
[/private]
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| Ruin is coming |
[16 Sep 2009|05:13pm] |
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I really think it's time I started taking more of an interest in the politics of this country. Back in the good old days I could bring the proudest and most powerful of gods to do the most stupidest of things. Isn't that right, daddy? Loser.
So why not start on the politicians? They'll all so terribly naughty - everyone is in the end - and they're just waiting for their own sneaky little games to come back and bite them on the ass.
Well here I come a-biting then.
I'm going to play the most wonderful ripping tearing games once they're swimming in their own shame. Oh Mark, I bet you remember how I used to love playing with your little pet-people. I bet you remember how I made them cry and beg. I bet your little pawns now will be even easier to make scream under a scalpel.
Hey twins, wanna play heart attacks? We can have swamp side funerals and sinking coffins.
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| Hot from Hell |
[24 Aug 2009|02:36pm] |
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And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
On the night of President Lincoln's assassination a handsome young god asked for my hand in marriage and quoted that at me. He was as sexy as hell, and with a mind almost as devious and delicious as my own, and I can't believe I'd almost forgotten about him until now. I think, perhaps, it might be time to let slip the dogs of obsession. They want free of their leashes and it's been so long since I got to meet with a fiance.
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[30 Jul 2009|02:22pm] |
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My apartment smells like something died in it and I can't get it out. I might have to move.
I forgot that puppies need to be fed.
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| My Atey had some lizards |
[10 Jul 2009|07:39pm] |
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There was a man on the television who looked like Zeus and I drowned him in the swamp. All of the sparks and they made me feel quiet.
Lyssa and Mania are walking around inside my head.
Walking around in my head. sisterscousinsmothers dear.
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