One hundred-forty-eighth Nail

[suitcaseofnails]

voice on
[clattering of bottles, a slammed door, scrabbling of tiny tiny paws]

GODDAMMIT! Why am I doing this? It's not like anyone cares or needs me around! Well, except the cat, poor thing, abandoned by his daddy~

Where was I?

Oh YES! I'm going! Leaving! Goodbye! Remember to eat the food before it rots!

[something slams into a wall and there's a mrrrow]

...Now where the hell is my concealer?

/voice off


[OOC: Remember how Elendira gets when she's drunk, knives? She's really drunk right now sorry!]

Comments

[headxwired.livejournal.com]

...Leaving?

[ooc; run. DX]

[suitcaseofnails]

I need some space and sand.

[ooc; Oshi~ DX]

[headxwired.livejournal.com]

I hope you have Master's approval.

[suitcaseofnails]

Since when do I need someone to tell me I can leave my own goddamn ship?

[headxwired.livejournal.com]

Since he reappeared.

You'll behave yourself, Crimsonnail.

[suitcaseofnails]

I am going for a run. In the sand kingdom where the leader of the sandworms lives. It will be easy enough to find me there and since I have no obligations at this moment, I don't see why I can't go for a run. Or would you rather I don't test out my new suit and have it fail when I do need it?

[headxwired.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you obey and listen then force my hand against you.

[suitcaseofnails]

Are you asking me or ordering me? Honestly, I think I rather take my chances with a sandworm right now.

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

... Well I can't say I care, per se, but I at least like having you around.

Counts for somethin', right?

[suitcaseofnails]

...Really?

Oh. That's nice of you, Nero. I was talking more to the house mate... but thank you.

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

Well you sounded like you could use a pick me up. Nothing better than almost-affection from what pretty much constitutes a total stranger, right?

Who's the guy givin' you grief up above?

[suitcaseofnails]

I like pick me ups from cute guys. Even better if I barely know them.

Him? Oh, that's Legato. He's... well you can say kind of my supervisor.

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

Well, my genius plan is working, then.

... Doesn't strike me as the friendly sort.

private; unhackable

[suitcaseofnails]

It's working.

He isn't. He's so devoted to Millions Knives that he would put a gun to his own head if it was asked of him. He expects all those under him to show that same devotion.

Re: private; unhackable

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

Just call me Bond. James Bond.

... Million Knives? Kind of name is that? And that's, uh, creepy, in that special creepy sort of way.

... Y'don't need help or anything, do you?

private; unhackable

[suitcaseofnails]

Double-O Seven? Well, I could always provide you with a dry martini, shakened of course~

I don't know if the 'Millions' was assumed but I do know he was named Knives by his adobted mother, just like Vash's name. They're twins, you see. It fits him. In a way.

Legato's probably one of the few people in this entire City that I'm afraid of. I usually do not scare easily.

I'm not sure. Usually he would be 'reminding' me about now. I'm hoping to get out before he starts to move.

Re: private; unhackable

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

Vash, he's the one that Meryl chick was looking for, right? ... Why are you involved with people like that, anyways?

You can come hang with me if you want. I don't have a place of my own but I've found a few very comfortable park benches.

private; unhackable

[suitcaseofnails]

Yes, that's the person. Vash the Stampede. Humanity in a red coat. He also asked me that at one time, and the best answer I still have is that my life was his.

But I don't think it matters anymore.

I have a couple places in town but the park sounds nice. Maybe I'll show up.

Re: private; unhackable

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

... Fair enough.

See you later then, maybe.

private; unhackable

[suitcaseofnails]

I... don't have a better response. Sorry.

Hopefully I can get out of here before Legato pulls the strings. Maybe see you soon.

Re: private; unhackable

[rev-it-up.livejournal.com]

You don't have to be sorry. Not everything in life is explainable. Not everything in life needs an explanation.

G'luck.

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

comecrashatmyplaceifyouwantigotfuckinplentyofhairofthedog.

[suitcaseofnails]

I'll see if I can, Jan.

(OOC - pretend this is all backdated)

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

Havin company in bed can be healin you know.

(ooc; it's cool~ )

[suitcaseofnails]

It can be, but I can't leave now.

Re: (ooc; it's cool~ )

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

You in trouble with him?

[suitcaseofnails]

But of course~ Obviously I am being far too opinionated.

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

Was this when you were drunk? Cause that's not really your fault, it was crazy spell shit's.

[suitcaseofnails]

Like they care what happens during a spell? Pft.

Honestly, they act like they own me some days.

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're dead on the Outside. So who the fuck says you have to stick with them here?

Me and Luke aren't with Millennium and we're doin Ok.

[suitcaseofnails]

Both dead there and here, so do I get the two-for-one special?

I know. I just... need to figure out a few things here.

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

You can always stay with me if want. Cause I'm not really on anybody's side that kinda of makes me like Switzerland.

[suitcaseofnails]

I'll see where the cards fall, darling. I may stop on by and see the sights at least.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Are you smashed again?

[suitcaseofnails]

Of course I'm smashed. And so's that one prefume bottle and some kind of ugly vase...