shameless

[Sawyer]

NAME:
BIKER

I don't know who he is. I never cared to ask his ******* name. He was worthless, pathetic, and downright disgusting. They went after him and he knocked them down. One by ******* one, he brought my people down.

I left him alone. Ephraim told me to be careful. He was ******* nervous after she sent me to the hospital. Something about seeing my brains really fucked him up, I guess.

I didn't bother him, I did what I was asked - and then I saw Lasair. Wounded, bleeding. I got pissed. I knew who it was - he was ******* sitting with them. Of course it was ******* him.

So I sat, and I waited. I waited for him to make the first move, and like I was a ******* glorious piece of candy he couldn't resist, he did. He hit me, and I hit him back.

The game was on.

I hit him a couple of times, and then he just... disappeared.

She texted me. Somehow, she got my number, and she told me he was dead. I killed him. I ******* killed him.

He barely even touched me.
He deserves to ******* rot.

OUT OF CHARACTER
Aden-OCarrol

10.13.17
Sawyer (human) killed you in a skirmish attack! You are now stuck in the shadow realm until you can find a way back to the realm of the living.
10.13.17
Somebody cursed you!

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Wound: Stab wound (head)
Affected: intelligence (-9 pts)
Remaining: 8 days
Given by: Sawyer
--CRITICAL!--

Wound: Death Wound
Affected: charisma (-2 pts)
Remaining: 45 days
Given by: Sawyer

[Sawyer]

TOPIC: Moving
FEELING: **** this
MUSIC: Bloodfeather - Highly Suspect

It's been a while since we took over Longslade.

Ephraim moved some **** around, managed to get the right to the building. It's now officially our new base - or, well, I thought it was just our base. It's apparently our home, now, too.

Osmond has already moved all of his **** from the apartment and taken over a couple rooms on the first basement level. Jenna, and a few other of the female soldiers that have no where to go, has taken over a few of the other rooms with their clothes, shoes and perfumes. God, their ******* perfumes. I can't stand that floral ****. Tierney has secured herself a place in the corner, and there are so many wires and electronics - nah, I won't even go near it, unless I'm after a few pieces of candy she keeps stashed in her desk. Talia, well, I don't know what the **** she's doing, but I've seen a few things of hers scattered about alongside Samson's.

(Speaking of Sammyboy, I need to get him to find me some chocolate. None of that organic ****, either.)

The other soldiers have scattered into a few of the other rooms, but not everyone lives there. They all have their own homes and families to go to.

It's our home, but it's just their place of employment.

Ephraim, well. That ****** has basically all but moved me into the lowest basement level with him and secured off all of the entrances. I think he forgets that one, I hate being underground, and two, I really, really ******* hate being underground. Not to mention, not only are we underground, but the level beneath us - and the other seventeen levels after that - is nothing but water and drenched corpses. Oh, and the alcohol. I mean, come on, one wrong step after one too many shots of tequila, and I'm setting off one of my own goddamned traps. Yeah, I might need to talk to him about this. Not that he'd listen. The ****** never listens.

One thing I don't like is that we still call it Longslade. It's not Longslade. It's ours. Our home, but he won't listen to me. I try to convince him to change the name - after all, we own the damned building in all of it's flooded and water damaged glory. It's in our name. No one else can get into it - well, unless they want to get their **** fucked up for trespassing. I think we just need to change the name, but what the **** do I know? Maybe he has a plan - or maybe he's just being lazy or forgetting simple steps in buying realty, no matter how damaged that property might be. I guess I should also just let it go. I mean, it's better than the streets, right?

He wants me to grab the rest of my **** and move it in. I told him I would, but, I don't think I will. I don't have a lot of **** anyway. He wants it moved, he can do it. I've got traps to craft and a group to train.

We're preparing - especially with the weird **** going on, we need to be ready. Someone, somewhere, fucked up, and once again, we get to pick up the pieces.