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entrancelogs2011-02-02 03:15 pm
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In Loving Memory of J
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timisnotme Masky, reckless_eagle Poland, last_liar Yuu, not_loud Loud Howard, angel_junk Dr. Bhamba, born_from_mist Vivi, two_in_eden Seimei, tadanokusuriuri the Medicine Seller
, paper_knight Mark Meltzer
Where: The Mansion and Forest
When: Wednesday, 2/2
Rating: PG-13 due to graphic violence
Summary: A certain minion only knows how to deal with anger through violence.
Story: He had paced the forest for several hours now, the anger in his chest rising up no matter how hard he tried to stifle that totally foreign feeling. Nothing seemed the same anymore. He hated being here, hated feeling this anger, hated feeling anything other than the numbness of static. The mansion loomed in the background, silent and imposing. He stared at it, fingering the knife in his pocket. He knew one thing that would make him feel better.
Snow crunching beneath his feet the masked man made his way back towards the mansion, the knife clenched in his hand.
timisnotme Masky, reckless_eagle Poland, last_liar Yuu, not_loud Loud Howard, angel_junk Dr. Bhamba, born_from_mist Vivi, two_in_eden Seimei, tadanokusuriuri the Medicine Seller
, paper_knight Mark MeltzerWhere: The Mansion and Forest
When: Wednesday, 2/2
Rating: PG-13 due to graphic violence
Summary: A certain minion only knows how to deal with anger through violence.
Story: He had paced the forest for several hours now, the anger in his chest rising up no matter how hard he tried to stifle that totally foreign feeling. Nothing seemed the same anymore. He hated being here, hated feeling this anger, hated feeling anything other than the numbness of static. The mansion loomed in the background, silent and imposing. He stared at it, fingering the knife in his pocket. He knew one thing that would make him feel better.
Snow crunching beneath his feet the masked man made his way back towards the mansion, the knife clenched in his hand.