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[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Outside, Hellboy is wading through leaves, which is actually a little more annoying than you'd think, even for someone who's like seven feet tall.

Eventually he gets frustrated with this stupid bullshit and stops moving, taking out his journal to dictate into it.]

Is it usually like this in the fall? This many leaves, I mean. You'd think the trees would run out of them by now.

At least it's kind of pretty. Reminds me of home, almost. Is there anyone else here from New England?

[He turns around at that point to walk back the way he came, back to the castle --

but the path he forged has already been filled in with leaves.]

Son of a --

[Have some incoherent growling over the journal, Paradisa, accompanied by more crunching as Hellboy trudges back to the castle.]

Comments

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Samhain too. That ought to be fun.

Candy corn will be better than leaves, anyway.

[gevurah]

Hopefully it won't come pouring out of everything, then.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly, it occurs to him --]

Did anybody eat the candy corn?

[gevurah]

Of course.

[ really... paradisa. :I ]

I don't think it did anything.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Oh ... boy ...]

These people really need to smarten up.

[gevurah]

They took ice cream from a stranger. That's one of the big No's your parents teach you when you're five.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I wonder if we should introduce them to Stranger Danger.

Make some pamphlets or something.

[gevurah]

I guess people would rather enjoy the moment than think about all the potential danger from candy corn or ice cream.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I guess so. It's still placing too much trust in this place.

[gevurah]

If we have any psychologists here, I wonder what they think about how everyone adapts.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

If money meant anything in this place, any psychologists would be rich.

[gevurah]

I honestly don't know what to make of Paradisa anymore.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

What it does to people, or what its purpose is?

[gevurah]

Both at this point, I guess.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

It's probably on purpose. Kind of hard to escape from something you can't even figure out.

[gevurah]

I think I can officially say Paradisa beats Gotham in the surprising department.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

It's more exciting than Connecticut, that's for sure.

[gevurah]

Maybe I should think of getting a job.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

People do that here?

[gevurah]

Do you have any idea how many residents are in the food service business here?

[ hint: A LOT. ]

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I never really thought about it. The only job I ever had was paranormal investigator.

I'm assuming it's just something to pass the time.

[gevurah]

Exactly, but I'm surprised no one tries to go for something they might have the credentials for back home. Working in the industrial area? Maybe in pharmaceuticals? I don't know.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

When this place gives you everything you want, I guess it's hard to drag yourself to work when you're not really needed.

[gevurah]

That's just lazy.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Maybe this place is trying to kill us by making us sedentary. We'll all get deep vein thrombosis and clogged arteries.