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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

Comments

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I've seen what happens when people get scared. [Tries not to remember the people who have been terrified of him]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah. A big ugly mess.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Everything manage to turn out...okay? [Hesitates over which word to use because it doesn't sound like a situation where anything can be okay.]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I guess that all depends on your point of view.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

What does your point of view say?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

God... I wish I knew.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

....How bad was it?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Bad enough.