Ridley seems to be... I don't know what exactly he's doing, but I noticed he has a number of posts saved as drafts that are... odd. I thought I'd share them with you all before he kicks me off the blog for good. He'll probably try to kick my ass when he sees what I've done, but honestly it's been much too quiet around here since we escaped the wooden girl again. Anything to break up the monotony can't be too bad.
--Roulette
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8/15/2011 Exit Light
hush little baby, don't say a word
and nevermind that noise you heard
it's just the beast under your bed
in you closet, in your head
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9/13/2011 Go d�wn like some ©`disgraced co$mo~naut
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After recieving the book and looking it over for a while and not gaining any damn clue as to what the hell I was supposed to do with it, I stuffed it into the dresser underneath the clean underwear I stole from the store down the road. Feeling that I should rest up so I might return to stalking the next day, I headed to bed. Later that night (or possibly early the next morning, I don't recall exactly) I was awoken by the sound of someone in my room. For someone in my line of work this a not-unexpected occurrence, and so I was prepared with my gun in my pillow. I promptly switched on the light and aimed my piece at the intruder. I was not so prepared to see Madi pulling the book out of the dresser and make a break for the door when she saw she'd woken me. I recovered myself quickly, however, and made haste after the treacherous βitch. She attempted to put up a fight, but I knocked her out the window.There was an odd noise though and I looked out the window to see that I was looking not out into the alley next to the hotel, but at the infinite and ever-changing skyline of the Empty City. I thought this rather odd and would have made investigated, but they assured me all was well and that as the V, I would be protected right up until.the prper time .Thus I returned the book to my dresser drawer and resumed �sleeping.
The next morning, I got up, ate my breakfast, bought a morning paper and then headed across town to torment a certain teenage girl on her w@y to school. I had been slacking off in my duty lately, with all this bullshit going on, and felt it only proper that I finish this shit the right way. Stupid cops. Can't be bothered to give a fuck about the crazy ass white folks 'causing a ruckus until it gets out of hand, but they can find the suspicious looking black guy easy enough. Then again, there are only like a dozen black folk in the whole place, I guess I'm sort of conspicuous. Nah, fuck that, they're just . Anyway, the cops pull me oβ`@~+g4g\{]||%3d`'
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The date on the next one was messed up, not sure what the deal is with that.
It was also empty except for the title.
10/__/2011? he never gives he's always a taker
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10/14/2011
Dear sir,
____, the big cheese, how are you? I see that as always, you've done very little in the way of taking care of yourself. Keep it ducky, bro. You might wanna do something about that baby vamp o' yours, I see the milquetoast mulligan hasn't been working on her manners, though I guess I can't rightly say for sure he's a harp. She's becoming quite the Mrs. Grundy. But hell, you ain't no floorflusher yourself, nor are you upstage. In my opinion you're more of a zozzled goof who thinks he's a bimbo. But that skirt there got a face that's water-proof, she could be a smarty sure 'nough. Then she'll done need a sheik, mayhaps this fine daddy-o 'cause that weren't no hayburner, I gots me the rubes.
I know, I know, I should mind my potatoes. But you think over my offer. I can assure you everything's Jake over here, and we look forward to your coming, we've been hittin' on all sixes. Don't be late again, or Reggie says he'll have to send you to sleep with the fishies.
And that's terrible.
Sincerely,
Riddles V
