larcenous: (Let me count the ways.)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-03-31 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds borin'.

But it's probably way past due, huh? I'd go.
larcenous: (Fox went out for a chase one night.)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-03-31 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[eyebrows up]

For the murdercave kids?
larcenous: (I'll explain later.)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-03-31 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
My only concern right now is our two active psychos. As for the message, I'll pass it on, no worries.
larcenous: (They're a bad influence.)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-03-31 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Karl or Cain?
larcenous: (Yes. You are a buttface.)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-03-31 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. He's a pain.
Edited 2012-03-31 14:38 (UTC)
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Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-04-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Pauses.] Wanna come in? It ain't sensitive, but we'll be standin' here for a while if it's details you're after.
larcenous: (Don't you trust me?)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-04-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[GOES. Welcome to apartment C, Kakashi; it sure is… lively. There’s paint all over the walls (one of which has been replaced with a curtain), a portal, tons of furniture (including a couch!) and appliances, lingering traces of delicious food scents, probably some bloodstains on the floor, and… well. It generally looks very, very lived in. BUT TIDY. ty, Apollo.]

Were you here when Becca put those dumb posters up on everybody’s doors?
larcenous: (To conquer! And pillage!)

Re: Apt C

[personal profile] larcenous 2012-04-02 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Smart move. But, anyway.

Later that night, when I was takin’ a walk, Karl tried to kill me. He’s been usin’ Becca as an excuse; she didn’t want him to go that far, but she’s—[pauses again and shakes her head.] He had a piece of paper with him. Ain’t sure what’s on it, but he checked it right before he started talkin’ to me.

He’s a walkin’, talkin’ statue. Hollow, but stupidly hard to crack when he’s at full strength, and way faster than he looks. Fights with his lil’ shapeshifting bird-thing, Arma; she can turn into anythin’, as long as it’s the same mass. [Brings her hand up to her shoulder, and pokes at the nasty-looking scar she got from being speared straight through.]