And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

Pfft. Don't be silly. It's all job-related skills. How am I supposed to know who deserves to atone if I can't spot a sin or two?

*finishes her drink, and licks a bit of red from the straw*

(Mmm. Mary.)

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Atone? Heh.. *takes another big drink* If you want to know, then I'm in the military.

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

Aaah, military men. There's an interesting career, for sure. We don't get many enlisted in Silent Hill... There aren't any army bases close enough.

The biggest employers are the prison and the resort, so it's mostly people just... dropping by.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What is Silent Hill? (OOC: hahaha FMA meets Silent Hill, oh god the angst!)

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely little resort town, most of the year. We don't get much traffic these days, though.

You should stop by sometime.

(OOC: Bwahahaha!)

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Maybe. *mutter* (If I'm still alive...)

And you say you're a nurse there? *I still say homonoculus!*

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

Mmm. I was a nurse. These days, I don't do a whole lot of healing. Although there are some who would say that to heal from a sin, you first have to feel remorse.

My job is to inflict pain, which brings remorse... eventually.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Oh really? Just what kind of pain and remorse, exactly? Or do you just torture those around you as victims?

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. There's a difference? *laughs*

The way I see it, if they feel remorse, a sinner can die and pass over into the place called 'heaven'. Of course, I wouldn't know anything about that place.

Everybody's got their own reasons for being in Silent Hill.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

You're not exactly encouraging me to visit this place, you know. Besides... what difference does remorse make? It won't change the past.

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

The town has a habit of drawing the right people in. If you're meant to be there... you'll show up sooner or later.

Of course you can't change the past! It's the past. We're all atoning for something, dying inside.

But this is a party-- not a philosophy class. I can discuss this kind of thing with the doctor any old day.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

So what are you? One of hell's messengers on vacation?

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... Why yes. I think that'd sum it up very nicely. Ever since those holes started showing up, it's been so much easier to cross back over to this side. Even a devil needs a drink now and then.

But then, what does that make you?

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by that? I'm not a demon. I'm just a human.

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

Hell, even I was human once. What I mean is... what do you do.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

...paperwork. *dryly* I'm a soldier, I keep order.. why?

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* Just curious, sugar.

*checks the cock*

My, my. Looks like I'm going to be late for my shift. Do come and visit me if you're ever in town, won't you? I promise to show you a hell of a time. *wink*

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

CLOCK! CLOCK, damnit!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*SWEATDROP* I'll.... remember that? *lol well cock too I guess..?*