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[OC Post - Angel.] Oh, hell no.
Mar. 29th, 2011 10:25 pm[Login: LiteratureWings]
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[Mar. 29, '11. 22:07]
[Mood: Annoyed.]
[Music: Frank Sinatra - Fly Me To The Moon]
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....What the hell do they want me to use this damn thing for? "You need to socialize more", "Get a life", "You need to get that anger out". FUCK THAT. I'm just FINE. I'm not angry! I'm... I'm... Shit, what am I?
"Still never figured that out, eh?"
SHUT UP, INNER VOICE.
Let's see... I guess if I'm forced to do this, then I'll start with the basics...
My name is Angel. No last name, you don't deserve to know it.
...And no, don't go making some cutesy image of me just based off of my name, you fuckers. AND DON'T START MAKING FUN OF ME JUST BECAUSE I'M A GUY. I'LL TEAR YOUR VOCAL CHORDS OUT.
...Anyway. As I said: Name's Angel. I'm older than your mother...or great-great-grandmother, to be exact. As for how old that is, I'm not telling. I'm 6'3", 116 lbs--don't think I'm a fucking pushover just because I'm supposedly a 'lightweight'. I'll have your throat slit and your intestine's ripped out before you can even say 'oh shit'. I have long silver hair worn in a braid, I wear reading glasses, my eyes are yellow like a cat's, I'm extremely pale. Like, vampiric pale.
My hobby? Reading.
Yes, reading. I love books. I could--and do--read all day long. Motherfuckers are trying to tear me away from my books. Jesus Christ, it's a fucking conspiracy. They're going to undermine me with this damn journal here and then take away my books.
.......I'll kill them.
*cackles* Oh, yes. Yes, yes, I'll kill them all. One by one, I'll slowly so they don't notice kill them off until I'm left alone in peace once again so I can get back to reading my beloved books...
You name the book, I've probably read it... I love suspenseful horrific dramatic murder mysteries. The ones that keep you on your toes, keeps you guessing, draws you in until you can barely breathe, and then---
*moans* ...Fuck. I did that outloud didn't I? ....Shit. ....I'll kill them.
But for now...I've written enough. I've got murders to accomplish and books to read. Those motherfuckers are watching me now... I just know it, they're watching, waiting for me to snap. Well, I won't give them what they want. I'll bide my time and continue to read, and when I catch them off guard... *chuckles* Yes, that will be so delightfully perfect...
Well... So long, I suppose.
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[Mar. 29, '11. 22:07]
[Mood: Annoyed.]
[Music: Frank Sinatra - Fly Me To The Moon]
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....What the hell do they want me to use this damn thing for? "You need to socialize more", "Get a life", "You need to get that anger out". FUCK THAT. I'm just FINE. I'm not angry! I'm... I'm... Shit, what am I?
"Still never figured that out, eh?"
SHUT UP, INNER VOICE.
Let's see... I guess if I'm forced to do this, then I'll start with the basics...
My name is Angel. No last name, you don't deserve to know it.
...And no, don't go making some cutesy image of me just based off of my name, you fuckers. AND DON'T START MAKING FUN OF ME JUST BECAUSE I'M A GUY. I'LL TEAR YOUR VOCAL CHORDS OUT.
...Anyway. As I said: Name's Angel. I'm older than your mother...or great-great-grandmother, to be exact. As for how old that is, I'm not telling. I'm 6'3", 116 lbs--don't think I'm a fucking pushover just because I'm supposedly a 'lightweight'. I'll have your throat slit and your intestine's ripped out before you can even say 'oh shit'. I have long silver hair worn in a braid, I wear reading glasses, my eyes are yellow like a cat's, I'm extremely pale. Like, vampiric pale.
My hobby? Reading.
Yes, reading. I love books. I could--and do--read all day long. Motherfuckers are trying to tear me away from my books. Jesus Christ, it's a fucking conspiracy. They're going to undermine me with this damn journal here and then take away my books.
.......I'll kill them.
*cackles* Oh, yes. Yes, yes, I'll kill them all. One by one, I'll slowly so they don't notice kill them off until I'm left alone in peace once again so I can get back to reading my beloved books...
You name the book, I've probably read it... I love suspenseful horrific dramatic murder mysteries. The ones that keep you on your toes, keeps you guessing, draws you in until you can barely breathe, and then---
*moans* ...Fuck. I did that outloud didn't I? ....Shit. ....I'll kill them.
But for now...I've written enough. I've got murders to accomplish and books to read. Those motherfuckers are watching me now... I just know it, they're watching, waiting for me to snap. Well, I won't give them what they want. I'll bide my time and continue to read, and when I catch them off guard... *chuckles* Yes, that will be so delightfully perfect...
Well... So long, I suppose.
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