i'm still, i'm still jenny from the block.

[preromantic]

Did I say Harlequin? I may have meant horror.

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[lefthandedgenius]

...I'm a what?

[As if a smart girl like Lyds doesn't know it means.]

[preromantic]

Google it.

[lefthandedgenius]

Would you suggest I do that before or after you'd have finished garroting me?

And just fyi, there isn't a big enough jar of Oil of Olay on the planet.

[preromantic]

I'm suggesting you do it now that I'm no longer garotting you. I mean, I can point you to some resources on the banshee in mythological literature, but you're a smart girl, and I'm pretty busy.

[apoisontree]

You know what they say about revenge...

[Best served with popcorn? Yes, because that's what he's going to eat.]

[preromantic]

It's really fulfilling?

[apoisontree]

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

[preromantic]

It does seem to make people surprisingly unfriendly.

[alphaintraining]

[So it may be taking Derek all of his energy to remain calm, or a semblance of calm really. Thoughts are churning around in his head, everything from 'how could you be so stupid?' to 'you should have known'. It's a wound that keeps being reopened but he's learned how to keep going even as he bleeds out.]

You won't get away with this.

[preromantic]

With what? Taking care of the Alpha pack for you? You're welcome, by the way.

[alphaintraining]

You've killed innocent people.

[preromantic]

There were a necessary sacrifice. Are you trying to tell me you've never killed anyone?

[afieldsmedal]

Definitely a horror. [ though that doesn't quite do you justice, jenny from darach. ] Terror. Eyesore. Monstrosity.

[preromantic]

Careful in your glass house there, Lydia.

[afieldsmedal]

I am not vulnerable, Chaucer. And as for throwing stones, I think I know which of us is more likely to be lapidated.

[preromantic]

[ she can't help but smile at the word, still part english teacher. ]

You'd be surprised. Harbingers of death tend to get a pretty bad rap.

[claustrum]

I should have let them gut you.

[preromantic]

Obviously you skipped the reading on moral ambiguity I handed out two weeks ago, but that's not really surprising. Have I wronged you in some way, Mr. Lahey?

[claustrum]

You did shit by Derek and Scott.

Good enough for me. My vengeance standards aren't really that fine tuned.

[icouldbe]

You are dead if there is even a scratch on him.

[Stiles will feed you to the goddamn werewolves himself.]

[preromantic]

Then I suppose I'm dead.

[ given he took a dagger to the chest before she dragged him through a glass window and off to play bait. ]

[icouldbe]

What's the point of all of this?

[Tightly.]

You're killing a bunch of innocent people, for what? Sacrifices to some unnamed god? This is the twenty-first century, psychopath. News flash, we don't do that anymore.

[smilederek]

[Reading all of these comments from the perspective of someone who spent all night chilling with his hospitalized sister, and has no idea what's going on:]

You seem scarier than I remember you being yesterday.

[preromantic]

I'm exactly as scary as I was yesterday.

[smilederek]

People weren't talking like they were concerned about you killing their family members yesterday.