Bounty; $006

[deadwhisperer.livejournal.com]

( oocly cut for depression and mourning ): )

[ The trip outside to the gardens wasn't an easy one. Adel's still dressed in mostly PJs--pants and a t-shirt despite the chilly autumn air. Barefoot too. His arms and front are covered in blood from cleaning up Rosemary's remains as he finds a less densely-used part of the area and sets the box down, lips pursed tightly for a moment, his left arm clenched.

Then he starts to dig with both hands because he's not recovered enough yet to use a shovel. So he just claws and pulls at it...while tears start slipping down his face; his shoulders shake, and after a moment he begins to sob ]


[ ooc; THIS POST IS SAD AND DEPRESSING )8 s-so you don't need to come by or anything. He doesn't have his grimoire so it's open ;; ]

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[tabbytastic.livejournal.com]

[it's pretty late by the time she gets off the tram and heads back to the tower, plopping down on the front steps with a heavy grunt and unlatching her grimoire. By the sound of all the grumbling as she shrugs off her jacket, she's uncomfortable.]

So... you know how it was so cool that we didn't have police, before? [there's a soft growl, and the sound of something tiny and metal falling against stone as a bullet pushes itself from one of several small holes punched in her torso and goes bouncing across the step] ...Well, we do now. And they're packin'.

[and then, since she doesn't get the whole filtering thing--]

Okay, Bird Boy, I give up. Where the fuck are you?