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[cold_dry_pieces]

Jim Morrison was my father.

I'm a prosthetist because amputees get me off.

In my spare time, I like sedating people and hacking them up with an axe.

My murder was staged as a suicide.

I think breaking into people's houses is a good way to get to know them.

Killing their family? A better way.

I spent fifteen years of my life on drugs pretty much 24-7.

I'd just as soon kill you as go fishing.

I lost my virginity to a French prostitute, but I enjoyed slitting her throat more than screwing her.

Deb and I do cocaine together every Saturday night.

I once hitchhiked cross-country dressed as a mime.

|[ooc: some of this is true, some of this is false, some of it is nonsense and some of it, I don't even know. ♥ He guessed the gist of the curse and thought he'd blow off some steam.]|

Comments

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

What the SHIT.

You can be cursed all you want, don't drag me into this.

[cold_dry_pieces]

There's no reason to be ashamed, Debra.

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

You're fucking damn right there isn't, what the shit are you even on about?

I've seen some crazy weird-ass confessions today, but damn, those are a little what the fuck.

[cold_dry_pieces]

What, you think I want to go on and on about this stuff? About you and I having wild, drug-fueled cannibalistic feasts every couple of months? About you rejecting my heartfelt gift of a perfectly nice blue eyeball? I can't help it.

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

What the fuck. Do you have to keep implicating me?

If you're going to make up some batshit crazy stories like that, you could at least just make them up for yourself. You don't have to make up ridiculous shit about me too.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Clearly you're just in denial.

I don't see the problem, you're cute when you're covered in blood.

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

Denial. Right.

Ugh, god. How is this fucking curse not over yet?

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

... J- Jack the Ripper?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Hmn? No. I mean, not that I haven't had my share of dismembered whores lying around, but I'm not really the sort to send pieces of liver to the police or anything like that, you know?

1/2

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's just what came to mind first-

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweet Lord!

[cold_dry_pieces]

What, you have an aversion to dead hookers or something?

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

L- Ladies of ill repute are still ladies- !

And no one deserves to be killed like that!

[cold_dry_pieces]

Eh, it could be worse.

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

... Um.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Um?

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

That line of thought isn't really...

[cold_dry_pieces]

Am I offending your sensibilities?

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

Y- Yes, sir.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Well, then, please accept my most sincere apologies.

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

M- my apologies for bothering them... sensibilities... sir.

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

Wow, morbid. So how much of that is true?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Everything, obviously. Why else would I say it?

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

Because it's a curse day. Most people's confessions don't seem to be quite so...gruesome. But I suppose there's something to be said for going above and beyond.

I seem to be unaffected so far, but then, I'm already a murderer- not much left to confess.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I know the mime thing is a little graphic. I'm sorry. Corrupting the City's youth and all that.

Shouldn't you be a little more careful about telling people that, if it's true? I'll have you know my girlfriend's a crime-fighting superhero, she could have you arrested.

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

Is she really a superhero? I have a few of those on my case already- if I didn't tell people, they would, so I might as well be honest, right? Besides, I don't do that anymore, not here.

Doesn't your girlfriend have a problem with you hacking people up, by the way? Or maybe she doesn't notice after all that cocaine.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Brightly-colored tights and cape and everything. Well, honesty's always the best policy. I guess you can't be tried in the City for crimes committed elsewhere, huh? Hard to provide evidence, anyway.

I don't bring her along when I do it, obviously. I brought her an eyeball once as a souvenir, but it was the wrong color. How the hell was I to know? Oh well.

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

Actually, the eyewitness accounts would probably condemn me alone. But I don't think the City has jurisdiction, thankfully.

Was that really the only thing she found wrong with it? Interesting superhero girlfriend you've got there.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Jurisdiction, evidence, same in principle. If they're not City murders, what business of the City's is it, right?

Must've been all the coke, I guess. I dunno. Evidently blue eyes aren't her thing.

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

That's some heavy stuff you're sayin' there.

[Voice]

[cold_dry_pieces]

Yeah, I guess so. Damned if I know why.

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Maybe a curse?

[Voice]

[cold_dry_pieces]

Could be. I'm not the only one spouting crazy nonsense, after all...

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

No. You're not. The guy I live with is asking for friends.

[Voice]

[cold_dry_pieces]

Really? How positively dreadful.

I try to avoid those whenever possible, which isn't too difficult because, well, I don't honestly care, you know? Only ever get you killed, anyway.

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Well, not that friends are bad. But he's also a Nobody; I told you what that means, right? So it's really weird for him to say something like that, because if you don't have a heart, you can't have friends.

[Voice]

[cold_dry_pieces]

I don't think you've explained it, no. What's a Nobody? Isn't everybody somebody?

You can probably have friends, though, even if you don't care about them. As long as they think you do, right?

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

A Nobody is what's left over when you lose your heart.

I guess, but he was asking to make friends, which is different.