#duskzephyr

[swister-hawkins]

Knock knock, Kids, mummy's home! Got a new friend, so don't scalp 'im till ya introduce yerselves first. Also hands off the loot 'less yer helpin' us move it in with the rest.

[fierytheangelsfell]

hello Zeph! i was talking to your friend today

[silvasboys]

dusk-zephyr tuned in

Heeey, how're you?

[cityrunaways-blog]

+ dusk-zephyr

"Hm? Someone there?"

[swister-hawkins]

Back. Ratling, yer butt is off the hook, no hauntings necessary. Zeph, I'm way too tired t' talk some sense into these miserable failures of 'joys. Have at 'em. The blue haired one's a little worse off than the others, though, so maybe don't kill 'im quite so much.

I'm... gonna go find a sunny corner t'curl up in while I finish hackin' out that fog.

[fierytheangelsfell]

hello again! i am in your meat room

[singasongof6pence]

Hello dear. A little bird told me you have taken charge of the "cancer kids". Is this true?

[bloodredecho]

[private:]

hhhey bunny... y'mind lying with me again tonightt..?

[yohohazel-blog]

did the rumbles give you troubles?

[fierytheangelsfell]

//The beat up old car River had hotwired pulled up to the Gallows with that usual dying-engine-sound that every Rainyday car had. It was Hazel that got out first, his limp getting a bit better once he'd rested it finally on the ride over. She had managed to get him out without anyone seeing, or asking for help, or crying. He needed to be around The Kids.//

[bloodredecho]

Kids: Listen t'Lyric... an' lay low. I want reports o' everythin' that goes on an' around the place from the lot of ya when I get back. 

... An' stay outta fuckin' trouble. I mean it... 'm gonna be causin' enough for the rest of ya, heh heh...

[yohohazel-blog]

i think i very much like the Cancer Kids. i appreciate that they put all the people i like in one Crew, so i don't have to have to put many pins on the 'don't hit' map. 

[swister-hawkins]

//Hawk crouches on the dried-out trunk of a long since fallen tree, propped up between a rusted dumpster and what's left of a cinderblock wall. If he squints he can see what might be the white haze of the city on the horizon - but at this distance, it's hard to tell. He's much more interested in the cloud of dust scheduled to appear in t-minus fifteen minutes, signalling the approach of the supply van. At his hip, his radio is turned down low and his gun is drawn. The others should be arriving any moment now.//

[fierytheangelsfell]

i have realized we do not talk enough

[bloodredecho]

Aaaaangel, play nice with Ghosty-girl. Ain't many as close to the sand-mama as her.

[hissing]