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My eyes have been black all day.

I'm not even sure what that means. Mood-ring wise.

|[ooc: and d'oh now I have to run, orz. >_< will reply later and/or in the morning, sorry! ♥]|

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[Sounding deeply troubled, though calm.]

awful...

I need a member of the Police--

I think there's been an-- a murder.

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It's not even that I mind dancing. I like to dance, actually. I'm just getting tired of being forced to. Besides, whatever Sunday was about, it somehow lacked the grace of the Pasa Doble last week.

Also, it evidently invited biting. Or maybe that was a coincidence, how should I know.

Today is-- Guy Fawkes' Day, right? In England. The fireworks are kinda fun, but the smoke's a pain... And it's a good idea to watch where you step, I'd prefer not to see too many missing fingers from cherry bombs in the Hospital tomorrow, even if it is good for business.

I have to admit, Halloween is my favorite holiday. I like it better than Christmas, though these days it's gotten just as bland and commercialized. I mean, kids always loved Halloween, even before it was kid-friendly, right? Tons of candy and the freedom to pretend you're someone else, someone you'd rather be or something you'd like to terrorize your friends with... what's not to love?

I hope the City knows how to throw a party. Though it's worth keeping in mind that tonight's Mischief Night, not Halloween itself. Pity she's here, or I'd add to the decorations... This place is less tolerable every day. I can't imagine the Deities would settle for toilet-papering our places. At least it's not raining eggs.

Deb? I know you've been busy, so I thought I'd make some Halloween costume suggestions for you.

My personal favorite is this one, but whatever.

|[Private to Self // Potentially hackable, for the lulz! xD]|
Full moon tonight.

I always feel like it’s an intrusion; bright and bold, baring all the secrets in my darkness. Things better left buried; or should I say drowned. Everything is so much closer to the surface, threatening to break the skin. The thrill of being so exposed is too much to bear. Reason versus need. I can't stand it.

It’s impractical, I know, but I’ve always liked to work under a full moon. That sharp, cold light, casting precise shadows... I guess I’m prey to a bit of romanticism. Still, aesthetically, it works so well, I’m sure I can be forgiven the impracticality.

I feel like my control is slipping… I’ve been so well-behaved, too well-behaved, here; have to be, can’t make a mess of things. Harry would tell me that, were he here; he’s not, and he doesn’t need to be. He did his work well, instilled incessant neatness in me in lieu of everything I lost. Everyone talks, here, and talks too much; the dead speak, the living speak, those who check the box marked other speak… that’s trouble I don’t dare risk. There’s nothing to take the edge off, though.
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Everyone’s a little odd today… Well, I guess that’s no cause for alarm. Things would be strange if you weren’t all behaving oddly, right? I hope everyone’s doing well in spite of it.
It’s nice to be spared for once, whatever’s going on… hmn.

I could use a break. And a cup of coffee.

|[ooc: Let’s say, instead of having him shoved in the looney bin where he belongs, Harry Morgan adopted Brian, too. Let’s say that wasn’t enough to make the boys not be crazy. Hence? Two, two, two sociopaths with artificially installed sets of morals for the price of one! Knows where he is, works at the hospital, etc, but will have no idea why you’d be calling him Rudy, so pleeease do xD Have fun~]|

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Patience is not my strong point.

Fine. Fine. I don't see the point of pretending, but if that's what it takes... I won't force the issue. I know better than to try. It's nice, anyway, getting to know my brother as my brother, but I can't help wanting to try something meaningful, still. Two months, I'm starting to get restless. His reserve and reluctance certainly don't help; I need to clear my head, and there's only one way to manage that... And I don't even want to, alone; I want what I've been waiting for, for so many years-- together, right.

I can behave. No surprises. No bodies. The evident impermanence of death here would make things difficult, anyway; I'm not used to victims as potential witnesses. He's waiting too-- it can't be much easier. I know that insistent whisper in the back of your mind, the hunger and the dissatisfaction, and it's only ever a matter of time before it has to happen. And when he's ready, I will be, too.
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I hate to admit it but I'm almost bored, having had a few days without anything dreadful happening. Although I liked the music and the girls in flapper dresses yesterday.
Anyone been up to anything of interest? I haven't really been watching.

The hawk is gone, and I must admit I'll rather miss it. I suppose this means I have a soul after all? Or rather, that such things exist. I never thought about it much (although I suppose ending up here should have piqued my interest.)
I hope this curse repeats, as they evidently sometimes do... I enjoyed Staja's conversation; after all, being an extension of myself she was superb company. Although, as she pointed out, they're not really gone... just no longer present in quite the same way.

If I listened closely, now, could I hear those feathers rustle? Oh, I knew you, Matkustaja-- wings and talons and sharp eyes. I know what you are, what forged you into that shape. It was strange to have it in plain sight like that... If I'd been the only one affected, I might have suspected I was losing my mind. That you were merely a manifestation of desires too long ignored and denied, here. If only there had been some warning-- it would have been a pleasure to hunt.

|[ooc: strikes = private like whoa ^^;]|