Your Own Personal Jesus

[crimsonfirst.livejournal.com]

[There is a Genesis. Reading a book. Shockingly it is not a compilation of the Loveless poems.]

I never knew you could do that to somebody's leg.

[He turns the page and bumps into something, ruining his concentration on whatever he was reading. He looks down at what nearly tripped him... a Shadow. Which he quickly stabs and then keeps walking on his merry way after it poofs into black wisps.]

You know, you'd think they could keep critters in their cages. Or tubes. Or whatever the good Doctors keep their experiments in.

[No, he has not even bothered to realize he's even in unfamiliar territory right now. Bother the guy in red leather? Y/N?]

Comments

[crimsonfirst.livejournal.com]

Genesis.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[shes smiles up at you]

It's nice to meet you then. I've never seen anyone like you.

[crimsonfirst.livejournal.com]

I am pretty unique.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she's practically starry-eyed because you're so handsome and cool]

I think you are, too! I wish more people were like you.

[crimsonfirst.livejournal.com]

I don't.

[fucking clones]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Well, not literally! I just mean that I wish more people had your sense of style. Lots of people here look like they dressed in the dark.

[crimsonfirst.livejournal.com]

Well that's just a shame. They could hurt themselves that way. [/rimshot]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[insert canned laughter here]

I know. Some people don't even seem to understand that plaid and stripes don't go together.

[crimsonfirst.livejournal.com]

[congratulations this is the first time he's ever sneered quite so hard]

What?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she knows exactly how you feel]

I know! It's a terrible tragedy.