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lastvoyages maybe moving and the continuation of some problems.

...I think that you should do what the fuck the bitch's writer says you need to do about all of this instead of hoping for new people.

I mean who's to say that I won't get an opportunity to- good god I can't believe you want to put me through something like what I did to Aman-

No. No. No fucking way, what having me parade around like the barge drunk wasn't enough?

Stop this. People want me to be the bad guy then let me be the bad guy. [does he sound desperate? A little bit] You say I have a reason to move forward when she's judged...fit to...re-enter society?

...That's fine.

I don't have anything to prove to anybody. They can all go fuck themselves. And new people won't help. Who the fuck wants to go play there? The answer is no one.. So let's all cross our fingers and pray for a horrific torture-filled flood. Since you seem so desperate to make me seem like a victim.

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Never said that I didn't.

[She eyes him cautiously.]

...Is that remorse for what you did I hear? [he looks positively livid for a moment] Leaving me to die?

More like a regret. I should've stayed behind and made sure it worked.

[This is Jill taking several steps back.]

It was John's Will.

[he smiles at that] Maybe I'll do my best to get out and make sure your life is a living hell and people understand just what you-and your husband did to me.

[This is Hoffman taking one step forward.]

[Jill glares for a moment.] My life is hell enough. And are you sure you want to do that, Mark?

[Jill pauses knowing she has no mace or other weapon on her. She's pretty scared but trying to hide it.]

...You don't know. You don't have any goddamn idea at all what you did!

[his hands are out-waiting-and..unmoving.]

[She really doesn't like the look of that. More steps until her back hits a wall.]

We didn't do anything. You did it to yourself. He just wanted to help you.

Bullshit he wanted to help me! He was trying to fucking kill me from day one otherwise tell you to kill me?

[He steps forward] am I to understand we get to be in a game together?

You were just so blinded by it, Mark. Blinded by your rage. It was supposed to be a test. [Well not really but you know...]

We might be even with as much as I'm opposed to it. [She shivers]

[A slow, creeping smile crosses his features. It vanishes.]

...I had friends. I had a job. He took everything from me. He should have just taken Baxter's hit as his own. He should, have done that!

[She catches a hint of that and gulps. Clearly she doesn't like it.]

We all had lives, Mark. But that was sloppy work. If anything, John was always efficient.

[He glares] ...And that's an excuse to take someone away? He made me a fucking monster for his own twisted games!

[Excluding how much he began to enjoy it.]

[She glares right back, swallowing her fear.]

You know nothing about loss! And he didn't make you into anything. You could've walked away at any time and yet you continued on with it. I think you were a monster all along.

[his eyes narrow] you really don't know anything do you? Do you?

[She glares with disgust wishing that she were stronger.]

I know enough. I know you wrote Amanda that letter.

...Did you ever think about why I did that? Did you stop for one second and think about why? she would have failed John. I was the better choice for successor!

Because you are a monster. How long had you been withholding that information?

It was common fucking knowledge! I'm a police officer. If you all hadn't been wrapped up in your sanctimonious attempts to save real monsters..

Not to me it wasn't.

[She wishes her glare could just burn him right now.]

What? The games would've never started? Things would've been different? I don't think so.

You're just lucky John never found out about it.

[It could be a lie for all she knows. She doesn't really know.]

It was common public fucking knowledge. Am I the only one who gives the man any credit?

[He withdraws by a hair]

...What did you see in that guy anyway.

Maybe to the corrupted police.

[Jill bites her lip.]

John was a very different man before our loss...He was charming and not a monster unlike you.

.....Takes one to know one.

[cheap shot.]

[If only look could kill...]

...John wasn't like that.

..Your blind devotion to the bastard is absolutely touching. The man..

[He looks well and truly torn] ...He betrayed me. He used me. He was a sick man!

It's not blind devotion. It's called loyalty. Which you know nothing about.

[She eyes him]

That's your version of it. He tried to help you, Mark but you just couldn't see it and had to start killing people. If anyone was sick, it was you.

lastvoyages maybe moving and the continuation of some problems.

HOLA. LONG TIME NO TAGIE.

FACTS. FACTS. It's good to see her!

TRUE FACTS. It's good to see him as well. I'm hoping to find a game soon.

He's still at <lj user="lastvoyages"> but I'm also thinking <lj user="distantskies"> here...

I was considering <lj user="distantskies">

Shit, I'll either bring him or Alison Kerry there. Most likely him though.

Do it! \0/ I'm polishing my App as it's finally finished.

An app for who?

Mark. Can you imagine what his Daemon would be? I was thinking of apping at <lj user="exitvoid">@LJ

Wolverine. Easy. Jill's I always saw as a Swan. IDK if I'll be apping to LJ-is the John still there

I always thought that too for Jill. Ooo...a Wolverine. That makes sense for him. I think so.

There's like actual animal stuff for it. I'm so excited.

I really can't wait till it starts. I've already reserved her. :)

Me neither! :D

It's gonna be awesome.

We should get on AIM and plot and plat. :D

Yes, yes we do! Happy new year btw. \•/

AWESOME I will check with you tonight?

Okay dokey. Sounds likk a plan!

Awesomes.

\•/

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