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[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ guess who bought himself a nice, bad-ass silk shirt with the money he pilfered? Come on, guess 8> GUESS.

THIS GUUUUYYYYYY and he looks damn fine in it, and quite jubilant. He hasn't been able to afford something this nice in a long time so he is just one just smugstorm over here, grinning to himself while he scours the Red Light District. Because when you have money you know what else you totally need to do?

Buy hookers. ]


[ ooc; OPEN TO THE TOWN, EVENING-STYLE ]

Comments

[challengesworld.livejournal.com]

[Just staring at him now.]

Hmmm. And it's strange. You have a sense of the demon around you, but it's nt very powerful at all...

How were you born?

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

That's none of your goddamn business!!

[challengesworld.livejournal.com]

Listen, Ellis. I kill demons. Because it's part of my job to protect humanity from them.

But if you tell me who your parents are, perhaps I'll reconsider.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

--Ain't you guys supposed to not kill people???

[challengesworld.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind him, his grin will just be widening, like a shark. This is a serial killer murderer you are talking to, Ellis. NO MORE MR. NICE CHEERIOS.]

I do. It's my duty.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

O, oi! Don't get hasty!!

[challengesworld.livejournal.com]

[He leans back, his expression relaxing somewhat, sounding quite chipper.]

So, tell me who your parents are, young demon.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Well I sure as fuck don't know my old man--"mom" ate him.