attempt number seventeen ♻ (voice)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

[ she takes a few deep breaths to try and keep her tone even, but it's still shaky despite it all. ]

I don't have a lot of time [ she has all the time in the world ] so I'm going to try and keep this brief [ so that she doesn't start crying again ] :



If you trust Rudy Cooper, you're an idiot. He's not who he says he is.

[ ooc; ALSO, POSTING BACKDATED LOG FOR RESCUECHANS AND IRON FAMILY DINNERCHANS IN CLAIRE'S JOURNAL now that I'm finally getting around to it herpaderp. :'( Sorry for the wait, but yeah, look out for those if you're interested in tagging innnnn. ]

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[notanarthropod.livejournal.com]

I-if it's Thanksgiving Day in America today, does that mean I can eat a lot more than usual too? I'll say it does anyway! Aah, but what should I cook... Does anyone have any good ideas? I can even cook for community members! If you want something, just say so and I'll try my best to make it!

--Oh, that's right! I finally got a new phone after my old one was taken apart by Neuro broke, and I thought I would give everyone here my number, since I have friends on the community now... Uh, it's [09-XXXX-XXXX], and if you really want, my work number is [09-XXXX-XXXX]. That's all I wanted to say, I think?

And Neuro, don't touch my phone. Ever again.

( ooc; obviously, pretend there are numbers instead of Xs lmfao. and yes, this means her contact information is publicly available, so feel free to text her, prank call her, talk to her on her work number, criminals, feel free to ring her detective number and taunt her... anything. :'> ♥ )

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[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

We never speak of this virus. We never refer to me as "Dad" "Pops" or the G-word ever again. If it happens, I don't care who you are, I'm hurling you through a wall. I don't care if you're some Tin Man or bloody Dante or a shinigami, it's happening. I'd rather get shot in the head than have kids or even get m- [he can't even say married]

Now, if you need me, I'm going to borrow my sorrows in a bottle of Romanee Conti and Anita's cleavage.

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[tributed]

This place gives me a headache.




I can't believe any of that actually happened.


Or that the ferret's still with me. I hate animals.

Drunk in public || 006.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[video crackles to life in its typical static, Spike seems unsteady on his feet as he addresses the world at large,]

Never thought it'd be such a relief, bein' back in Hell. [takes out his flask] But you know somethin', as much humanity as I may have fought for -- never wanted to be him again.


Guess that's the way unlife goes. And after all that, I missed soddin' zombies. Those buggers are rare. Don't even see 'em out here all that often. World hates me, huh? Only explanation.

[a bitter sort of chuckle as he takes a swig, and nearly trips over a tombstone, and stumbles to sit by it instead, pulling out his near-empty pack of Morley's and lighting up]

Only explanation.

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[getinmyway.livejournal.com]

... Nome has given birth. It was successful, five in total. Two black, one tabby, one calico, and one white.

Feng was a successful father. I may allow this to happen again.