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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 21:56:45 GMT -5
Ah... *thin-lipped smile* Dear Zackie boy... How could we forget him? He's clawing at me as we speak... It's pretty amusing really... I wasn't killed by 3 bullets and an eye gouging on the same day. What makes him think he can kill me?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 30, 2004 16:32:36 GMT -5
*shrugs indifferently, alll the while wondering how her plan will work*
Do I look like I know?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 30, 2004 16:36:50 GMT -5
Nickel for your thoughts? Or are you going to hide them until the last possible moment so you can catch me unawares...? *hands slides smoothely and quietly into his pocket and grasps the shaft (shudder) of the wand (shudder) nestled there* You can't beat me. I've been studying up.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 30, 2004 16:43:47 GMT -5
I'll asked it once and I'll ask it again. Why are you still here?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 30, 2004 16:53:23 GMT -5
You know... I honestly would have thought it had sunk in by now... I keep the balance, savvy?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 30, 2004 17:07:36 GMT -5
So you've said. But you have yet to act upon it.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 30, 2004 17:19:39 GMT -5
Because you're annoying whelp of a friend keeps preventing me. The way I see it now, I'm going to have to be more crafty about it, aren't I? At least until I finally wear dear Zackie out...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 30, 2004 17:31:35 GMT -5
Ah, more crafty. Well can you go form your coniving plans elsewhere?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 30, 2004 17:35:02 GMT -5
So you can sneak up on me and take me by surprise? I don't think so, sugarbutt. I rather like you where I can hear you, thanks.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 30, 2004 17:43:44 GMT -5
Well, I'm leaving to go take a walk feel free to stay here.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 30, 2004 17:46:29 GMT -5
*smirks* Feel free, sugarbutt... Doesn't mean I'm going to leave you alone.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 31, 2004 16:05:09 GMT -5
Fine. Follow if you must.
*walks out the door and heads down the hall*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 31, 2004 16:36:10 GMT -5
*follows closely (tailgater!) with a casual expression on his face (which has morphed into that of the devilishly handsome, charming, beautiful, delightfully evil... er... rogue agent... ;D*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 31, 2004 21:10:52 GMT -5
*blatenly ignores him and keeps on walking humming softly*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 31, 2004 21:19:03 GMT -5
(for the sake of my idea, enter the suspension of disbelief)
You remember when Zackie boy went and got himself mauled by a puppy, right? That whole, big, giant... fiasco... and he went back to assert his authority and right some wrongs? Well... what he never said was that he found out how those little fuckmooks did it back there. He's even got some in unlikely places... *grins* Like his veins... *stops following Viv and lets out a long, healthy, evil laugh while he pulls out a syringe full of a cloudy green liquid* Or... will be when I'm done...
*He injects it into a vein and pauses, waiting for it to take effect. He isn't disappointed. The changes are instantaneous, sprouting of hair, growths, the usual.*
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