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What: Hanging out. Cheap beer and Chinese food.
Fuck, I don't even want to think about all this for now. Deal with it when it actually happens, whatever.
( She's gonna do what she's gonna do. )
- Mood:
awake
What: Bad news...
...she's leaving...?
Fuck, I don't--I feel like I need her, I don't want her to ...
Christ.
( Come with me. )
- Mood:
discontent
What: ZOMBIES. D:
Fuck, this is weird shit. Need to get Tim and check this out...
( ..we have *what*? )
- Mood:
annoyed
What: Cleansing the knife and stuff.
( Cleansing. )
- Mood: sore
- Mood:
calm
What: The other Vendetta punishment.
Wasn't lookin' forward to this one for this reason, knew he was probably going t'react like this. Ain't a surprise, really. He'll either learn somethin' or he won't; here's hoping for th'former.
Christ, though, kid could probably stand to have some fuckin' respect knocked into him.
( Punishments are never fun. )
- Mood: irritated
What: Punishment #1. It's less than graceful.
Y'know, I understand being upset about this shit. But, christ, at least take it better than a five year old would.
( . o O (He doesn't WANT me to get creative.) )
- Mood: annoyed
What: Talking about Vendetta's punishment.
Part've me ain't sure this isn't too harsh regarding all this, but... they also sort of blew things out of the water so far we'll be picking up pieces for months.
Guess we'll see.
( How do you feel about giving the boys a stint under Stolen Wolf? )
- Mood: moody
What: The Gathering for the Departed of the recently fallen. (Sean, Coriander, Isabel.)
Stupid kid, christ. She has the nerve to be blaming us? Whatever.
Fuck, I'm bad at these things. I don't even want to be here. I wouldn't be, if it weren't for the pack.
Damn it.
( The Gathering. )
- Mood: tense
What: Isabel's funeral.
Man, I... christ. Just... fuck.
( The balance is undone. Restore the balance, or the weave comes undone. What has been shed cannot be taken back up. )
- Mood: uncomfortable
What: Philomoot!
( In which the philodoxes discuss Things. )
- Mood:
tired
What: Relaying that People Do Dumb Things.
...god damn it. I ain't surprised, but... shit, kid.
( ...aren't they a Cunning pack? I mean. Just checking... )
- Mood: tired
What: Discussing the recent omgwtf.
...huh. He was actually all mature about this shit. This...shouldn't surprise me, but eh.
Still stupid. Ain't ...entirely their faults, I guess, but fuck.
( So what -did- happen? )
- Mood:
thoughtful
What: Checking up on the kin.
Jumpy, suspicious sonuvabitch, but I ain't got a reason to think he's lying. Just think he's stubborn; probably ain't going to accept help too easy.
Guess we'll see.
( Christ this place is creepy. White roses and vanilla and what the hell. )
- Mood: thoughtful
What: Rite teachin'!
...fuck, I wasn't expecting to have to go out today. Damn it.
( Break with the past. )
- Mood: relaxed
What: Making arrangements for teaching.
I'll have to think about this 'un; been awhile since I've done it.
And all these new people showin' up with weird shit: I don't like it. Gonna have to talk to this guy.
( Making arrangements. )
- Mood: cynical
- Mood:
exhausted
What: The beating-up-Dancers part.
Motherfuckers.
( ~FOOOOOUND YOUUUU! Let's play again!~ )
- Mood: sore
What: Repairing a packmate. Also, booze.
( Last thing we need's a bunch of Seattle Spirals showing up to mess with us on an away game. )
- Mood: annoyed