Johnny B. Hope:
"So, burning bird, anybody know what did that?" The question had been haunting him, but got the slightest bit lost amidst the acidic wounds and torn musclefibres.
Iona would have shot him a sharp look, but frankly, she was a little too fuzzy-brained at the moment. She settled for a slight frown.
"The chanting maybe? Nice rhymes by the way." She had no intentions of sharing her
'special circumstances' with this guy either. He was too... slippery. And too doped up:
Johnny B. Hope:
He coughed the slightest bit and retrieved a box of pills reading Vicodin; 8 pills á 150 milligrams from a pocket, chugging down the remaining three before he grumpily returned the container.
"So, what's your damage?" Iona waved with one crutch, nearly tripping over when she lost her balance.
"D'you get an axe on ya too?"
Raven Cantrell:
[Raven] opened the door to find Johnny and Iona standing outside. “What’s up?”
Johnny B. Hope:
Johnny looked towards Raven - indeed just in the general direction of, his eyes appeared not completely focused. "She be first..." he said, as if that explained everything. "In the queue..."
But Iona had changed her mind by now.
"Never mind," she said, not at all slurry. See, she was still in control.
"Wanted to talk about, you know, everything. Buffalo wings and Kentucky fried chicken with a side-order of French fries... And mean voices. And why is Pieran...? Nah, forget it."
She yawned, almost dislocating her jaws in the process.
"Sorry. Maybe tomorrow? Too tired now... going to bed."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:33, Sun 30 Jan 2005.