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1st-Aug-2020 09:00 am - +RELATIONSHIPS+
patronizing
Sasori's relationships.

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a voice in the back of my head
...Lest anyone doubt. I am still here.

Despite my roommates disappearing; it's not catching, I promise you.



In other news, those two pathetic cowards who ran near-instantly from my homeland defenses and liberated forty-seven of my knives...

... Sad.
I'm a demonic genie
...Observation is a strange, strange hobby...

For the past few evenings, I have seen... someone - going up the clock tower. Looked familiar. I didn't follow. Thought it was someone; checked; it wasn't.

Peculiar. I - ...Ugh.


I hate behaving.


Thankfully, the greatest source of my stress will hopefully be leaving. Soon.
everybody gets dark
So annoying... Every few weeks, a good number of new patrons arrive... bringing noise and complaints.

A welcoming committee wou - but who would volunteer for such a position...?



A fool's errand.



OOC )
disappointed sigh
...I retract my previous statement concerning dull moments. If I ever made one. If I did, I take it back. If not, imagine I made one. If you don't have an imagination, here: Never a dull moment here. Oh I take that back.

Dull, dull, dull.

And I guess I'll just use this prize money to make a dress for Reila and buy cigarettes for Badou.

Because I am so very interesting.
*smack*
[transmission clicks on to Sasori talking, in a sickly sweet voice you'd really hate to hear]

"Why is it that you always suddenly have packages to deliver, and know when you need to deliver them even though you are not on the terminal, do not have a cellphone, and it only happens when we are having these lovely father-son talks?"


[Badou comes on, sounding... well, like the chicken shit he is?]
"Selective memory?"

[Wild hacking and coughing, and when Sasori talks it's a little rough at first]
"Sorry, I didn't hear that. Try again."

"kdglskjlgsdkljsdglkjgds YOU JUST COUGHED BLOOD ON ME WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Daddy's very sick and eldest son's antics do not help matters."

"Then why are you only fuckin' coughin' up blood when you want somethin', huh?"

[When Sasori talks, it's in a super pathetic, super weepy voice. Obviously fake though]

"The stress gets to me because you obviously don't like me even though I try so haardddd..."

[loooooong silence]

"...Son, we're going to have to have a talk about your sympathy meter."

"A lot of people seem to want to have that talk with me."

[the sound of a big knife being drawn]

"But you'll be listening INTENTLY when I tell you."

"..........yessir."

[sound of Badou's heading being tenderly smacked on top a few times like Sasori's petting him. Hard.]

"Such a good boy."

[one tiny little whimper before the transmission clicks out]
bored now plz
Message Far:

Your stalker subject there has a worse temper than mine. And that's saying something, considering I bite pieces out of my bureau when I'm angry.

Also, before you get any ideas whatsoever, rats don't belong in the still.

End message.


Reira, you don't have upper level access, right? I'm going shopping tomorrow, if you want anything.

EDIT: P.S.: Screaming bloody murder =/= specialness.
you don't want to see my scars
Notice: One exclamation mark will do. Anything over that that isn't something like ?!! is complete overkill, and just says No one listens to me so I must make myself seem louder. Boo hoo. Try harder. We already know you're maxed to your limits, but it's obviously not working.

Badou, if you are even one minute late coming home, I will be very displeased.


Private: Hackable to [NOTE] )
gonna smack a bitch
Badou.

That person I saw.

Who is it?

I'll make you sleep in the room with the googly-eyed puppets.

Love,
Daddy

[[ ooc: it's total kosher if Haine didn't get there yet XD Sasori would have seen them talking on the journal and decided it be's harrass-the-eldest-son tiem :3 ]]
you don't want to see my scars
Mental note to self: Making bloody hand prints on Badou's walls and then painting them over again after he runs away is the best possible entertainment.

And that alone shows how bored I am.

Drama, drama, everywhere. I'd comment like I did last time, but, really, you've all pretty much covered that.

I think I'll go hunting...

...And for once, it's not for another person. Farfarello, don't scare Reira. Badou, yes; Reira, no.
when the game master smiles
I spy, with my little eye, two things. One is always here. One will come to pass.

The first thing I spy with my little eye begins with - S.
The second thing that I spy with my little eye begins with - D.

S can be seen and always heard, the whisper of the name always behind your hands. You whisper his name when you wish not to speak of something morally unacceptable.

D can be seen but never heard, cannot be felt, but can be smelt, an object without form, that lies behind stars and inside pools of bubbling life yet it cancels all.

Come, come, children, I haven't all night - What will I spy?
you don't want to see my scars
So busy lately... What with

A) Pulling bullets out of some one's rib cage
B) Watching to make sure hormones don't get the best of a certain someone
C) Cooking for five again (is it five? I never counted. One, two, three, four...)
D) Opening a stinking business

I've quite possibly been getting the least amount of sleep. I haven't had a case this bad since the jounin exams, when sleeping meant you got stabbed in the eye and probably by me.

However, I couldn't truthfully say I was bored.

Private: Hackable: Mello, Farfarello )

EDIT: Also, humoring me in that pointless and highly exhausting argument does make you an Isane Irishman. --Er, whoever you are.
17th-Aug-2008 05:51 pm - 113 + ready set go it's time to run
I'm a demonic genie
NOTICE:

1. It's a puppet, not a fiery chasm of death and destruction.

2. So don't scream in my ear.

3. If you should happen across a more-insane-than-the-stereotype-Irishman, please direct your attention to another street.

4. Those looking for business with Reira, forget it. I've kidnapped her.
patronizing
...Hmmm...~

Oh, Ryuuzaki.

Ryuuzaki, Ryuuzaki, RYUUZAKI.


Hmm... You know, I am... breathless for details...

But let us make this fun; you tell me how you did that, and I will fix your arm and tell you how I turn live humans into creatures of wood and metal.

While they're still alive.

Are you interested, dear Ryuuzaki?
patronizing
I must say, I rather ENJOY the novelty of not having to wake up at SIX for work, just so that I can do OTHER people's jobs for them, at the cost of their own incompetence.

Very nice.

Of course, it would be nicer if a certain someone were around to actually enjoy my days off with in ways best not described to the public, but I digress.

You see, children, you truly know that you a successful business man when you can get an otherwise very talented person to do your work for you. And over-qualified person, say, with through-the-roof test scores in every shinobi rank test ever invented - including the off-center ones such as S-classed Criminals and Most Wanted Of Our Time. If you can get that person to do something so menial as paperwork for you, you're in business for yourself, and you should be able to stay in business for a long time...


...Unless that aforementioned, over-qualified person with through-the-roof test scores in every shinobi rank test ever invented - including the off-center ones such as S-classed Criminals and Most Wanted Of Our Time - SUDDENLY decides he doesn't want to be your SLAVE anymore. When a business fails because you lost one person - then you are TRULY an able-bodied, two-faced businessman of our time.


Congratulations. You became everything your mommy and daddy - or in the plural, if the case may be - asked and pleaded and begged you not to become.

Now?

You're just another person begging to be brought down to earth.



[[ooc: Strikes hackable to Mello and Farfarello :D]]
if it comes to that
Well, will wonders never cease?

There I was, innocently going in to work this morning, and, wa-bam. I discovered I had no boss.

Oh, a dream come true for you, you say. Oh, this is perfect for your former intentions, you snark.

Not really.

I'll be leaving White Fang. Cheers.

And now, off to find a job that does not involve paperwork.
patronizing
...This place is still bad for my health.

If I knew the Gaelic for "narrow-minded idiot", I would say it, but I don't.

Coincidentally, I discovered last night that one may vomit blood and let it hit the ceiling if one is lying in bed.

very interesting.
patronizing
White Fang; Before anyone asks, I don't care who was here first but I'll be taking over management of the company at this point in time. Why? Because I already handle all of your paperwork.

And no, you may not question my decision... unless you want a knife in the eye.




Private: Unhackable )
auughh
I don't know if anyone is aware of this, but I am, actually, an only child. I would see other children with their younger or older siblings and decide that I was lucky not to have anyone let me know how gross I looked that day, or to have anyone drop me on my head, as such action I am sure all of you have been subjected to.

And yet, recently, I have decided on a full-grown little brother. Not terribly inconvenient. He does not vomit often, and he can, I believe, clean up his own messes.

Unfortunately, he is also a sexually active little brother.

And I never want to see that again.


Ever.
bored now plz

[MESSAGES]

WHITE FANG
I am entirely aware that all of you who accompanied Mello on his idiotic adventure did not report in to me.

However, if you assumed you would escape so easily, you insult my intelligence.

You have a few more days before I come find you. Your punishment will be to clear out the buildings surrounding head quarters, without magic, chakra, machinary, or any other substances you may have in you. This means elbow grease.

Lots of elbow grease.


TREIZE
I hope you realize how difficult your name is to spell. Take what you get.

Regardless, as stated above, their punishment has been decided. Mello I will deal with myself; normal punishments will not work on him, and normal lectures will not get through. Also, Ryuuzaki and Graham will not be punished, as they accompanied the others as chaperones.

[/MESSAGES]


I find myself growing tired of these antics... and tired of a great deal of the people here.




[[ ooc: I totally forgot this this morning, but THE BUILDINGS THAT NEED CLEANING are all boobie-trapped. As in, deer-ankle traps, broken stairs, etc. Just to make their lives that much harder :D ]]
bored now plz
Now that everything has calmed down... Tch.

I have an open-dated, open-ended meeting schedules with a... "Colasour" from White Fang. Report in.




Mello. Three words. Death by Chocolate.

Oh. And "My house".
whachu say thar?!
...My bed.

Is pink.

And sparkling.

And generally blinding and unpleasent.



...What is this? Brain-cancer event?





...Damn. Cissnei's bed is sparkling, as well. As is her room.











MARMOSET! NO!

Is nothing sacred?!
stole far's clothes
It seems my "little brother" has gotten himself into a royal scrape. This, my dear little one, is why I stopped drinking... to the point of intoxication, that is. However, there is the small matter of having had a still in my backyard; I can't help but sample it, and no, I will not be sharing with you, Mello.

The last thing you need is more trouble.

Gathering from the information you've, ahh, shared with us... we need to talk, as well.




...


That's all.
amused
I suppose this is an initiation sequence for all major companies in Purgatory: blow some of the city up and see how the companies deal with it.

I guarantee you, this event is not special in any way. Similar instances have happened in the past, and were far more severe.

Let that encourage no one to become the next Deidara and Pyro, however. It will not be greeted with warm approval. It will likely result in your being... well. I'll vary on the details a bit, but I believe the punchline is that you will die.

I am no expert, however.


Nill, Reira, I trust both of you are alright.
patronizing
...I woke up this morning, and I felt okay.

Don't get any bright ideas; feeling "okay" in the morning is a big deal for me.

Hopefully, it will last.



private; hackable to friends )
burial shroud
Attention, Citizens of Purgatorium. As the last standing executive of SOLDIER (out of ShinRa), it is my authority to tell you that SOLDIER has been disbanded. Apologies to any lingering employees, and to those who counted on us. I advise you to turn your attention to Celestial Being, or White Fang, where I will be.

Have a good a day as possible here.



Also, to the friends of Zack Fair, I'm not really sorry, but I've called all his pets. They're mine now. So you can have visitation rights, or something.

private. hackable to list. )
what you know
Mello. It occurs to me that you are Catholic. For that purpose, it would be best if you do not visit my home. We have a decided Anti-Christ pageant going on that I would simply hate for you to be caught in the middle of.

Rest assured, however, I do have cake.



In other news, I am considering other employment options and I hear that my daughter has been misbehaving herself.

How very odd.


Such is my life. Very interesting, is it not?
patronizing
My god, Purgatory has turned into a drama section.

"My best fwiend ish leaving me for someone else~!" "I wuvs him bests!" "Oh gnoes my BF ttly died kthnx gonna scream nao." "I iz alpha femalez in this Purgz now k. GTFO."

For god's sake, people. It's Purgatory. Did you think it would be easy? Of course. Of course, of course, of course. And n - ...

...


Hmm.


Tch.

Farfarello. Where are you? Get yourself back inside. Now.

Edit: Farfarello. This young man wants to come over for your chocolate cake.
touch faith
...Tch.

All of this blinking, huge, colored text is very annoying.

I thought we already discussed this, citizens.

Stop squawking. Do something productive.

Like killing yourself.
patronizing
I am still intent upon getting a cat; it'll just come from a better home than the last prospect. I imagine Nagi will enjoy the playmate that will not accidentally breathe fire...

That... newer girl is... akin to Miwako... with perhaps a more mature outlook on life. Still very stupid, however.

Ah, well. It will be amusing to watch them struggle through life here.



Private; hackable to Farfarello )
patronizing
...Farfarello. I know it's difficult but Stay inside.


I...want a cat. To name Jack The Ripper.

Shush, Farfarello. Just shush.
patronizing
This is my third run to the grocery stores on the upper level. Where does it all go?

Tch... I'm going to order down tonight, I think.

As a reference to come back to, Farfarello... when you feel better, you're making dinner for me. A couple nights in a row. And I'm not helping.

Well, perhaps a little.


I've purchased supplies for a puppet. I must figure a way to make the wig... hmm...
devil's angel
Answers )

Heh.

I saw myself doing a great many things in my future, but nursemaid wasn't really one of them.
patronizing
1. Think of 10 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.
2. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.
3. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.
4. Post them on LJ and let people guess which the five false ones are!
5. Get 5 others to do the same
6. Don't cheat by reading through the comments!

Cut )

I tag:
1; Farfarello
2; Cissnei
3; Zack
4; Uh, Albedo
5; [insert name here]
patronizing
My compliments to whoever left the corpse on our front path. It was quite a lovely thing to trip over on my way home from the bath house.

It also meant I had to wash my feet twice, but, c'est la vie.

In fact, I liked it so much, I injected it with some preservatives and am leaving it there where it won't smell. It's one of the plus sides from living down here: things can't bake in the sun and become smelly. Really, it isn't pleasant; I like corpses just as much as the next person, but I don't like the stench. Blood, yes; death-stench, no.


And I have decided to name the corpse Jessica Lynn. Because I can. Even though I think it's male...



In other, more boring news, I need a haircut. I would have asked Miwako, but she seems to have disappeared. Like always. Like everyone.

Maybe now I'll have some quiet.
cool
Well, that was short-lived... but amusing.

Back into the closet, ye feminine articles.

Tch; it's raining... I hate rain. It rains often here. Farfarello, I'm borrowing your shirt for work; it's warmer than mine.

Private: Farfarello )

[[ooc; Sasori has been bitten by the truth-bug, and will be spilling his guts :D do enjoy it...~]]
bah humbug, hmph
Aaaaand they're back.

Hello, girls, I missed you.


Now.
Where did I stick my bras?






Farfarello, where are my bras?
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