http://icarustattoo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-11-05 02:42 pm
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033. Royal Orleans

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]


I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

[identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com 2011-11-28 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She makes a cooing noise. Two can play that game, Mr. Samson]

Aww isn't that adorable?

[identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com 2011-11-28 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Smirky smirk smirk]

Me? Not a single thing.

[identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com 2011-11-30 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Oho SQUINTING. Deadly!]

Oh, no, Brock. Why would I ever patronise you? [Said in the most patronising voice ever]

[identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com 2011-11-30 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Am I really?

Oops~ [This is the BEST game]

[identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com 2011-12-01 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Because bastards have to stick together.

[identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com 2011-12-03 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
What can I say? It's a gift.