http://downtotheblood.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] downtotheblood.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2008-10-04 12:26 am
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[EVENT] if life is just a joke, then why aren't we laughing?

[Today was gonna be the day.

Today Alain was gonna walk right up to Raven, say "I love you," and plant a big ol' wet one on th' big lug.

But on the way, it seems he's taken a slight detour. Into being murdered.



Ghost!Octopus stares at his body, sprawled against the blood smeared wall of the corridor, for a little while. Not only did the fucker carve the number "15" on his right shoulder (or was it "IS"? shoulda used Roman numerals, moron) and get blood all over his fucking trenchcoat, his face seems to be missing. His fucking face. Ha ha, murderer guy. Fuckin' hilarious.


And he'd had plans today. Fuck.]

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!

[Have a rather macabre-looking faceless corpse (and loudly swearing ghost) in that famous random hallway.

Those who can see ghosts: Octopus is just as fucked-up looking as his corpse - faceless and bloodsoaked. However, you might not notice right away... his fedora is pulled down, and his collar is pulled up.]

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