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The Shadowed Cage

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

3:03AM - Hell exists

Afterlife, such a gentle term really.

Man wakes up in suburbia, reads the paper, is shot in the head from across the street, and steps into a well lit street in heaven and walks back into the same cookie-cutter house in heaven's suburbia.

Oh, yeah, that's reward. Anyway, I digress.

Of course there is life after death, else wise, what would the demons thrive on?

Yes, I said demons. They like souls. Purer the better. Fallen saints, you know the type.

Yes, they're real. Yes, they live in Hell.

...and the stronger ones aren't half-bad in bed looking.

So, Hell exists, so perhaps, just perhaps, Heaven exists as well.

Ergo, life, if not a pleasant one, after death. After-life.

Someone, please, get some kind of Vaudun priestess to lock me in a an amulet or something a few hours after I die. I only have one reason to go to either place, and that's to bring Irene back with me.

And please, make it something tasteful.

Fandom: X-men
Pup: Raven Darkholm

Current mood: predatory

Saturday, July 24, 2004

2:45AM - There's a reason I love this place....

Weapons of choice? It's the best little weapon shop I know. I walk in and they say "Ah, welcome, care to see special?"

Yes please. One of everything if you don't mind.

Gift wrapped.

And yes, I will take the complimentary holster.

Got to love a store when your bags clank coming out. Or, if you don't like carrying bags, they send them express to your house, hotel, drop box, or even undisclosed locations, although that's extra.

Plus they have color coordinated ammo. What more could a girl ask for?

Pup: Raven Darkholme "Mystique"
Fandom: X-men

Current mood: giddy

Thursday, July 15, 2004

12:07AM - Perfect Career

*arches an eyebrow*

I like what I do. Honestly, who wouldn't?

There is very little that can compare to the thrill of the hunt, the methodic chase, the inevitable ending.

Sometimes it's the only reason to live, to feel that joyous, powerful rush that ends in a quiet sigh, or even a warm, salty rush.

I've been told I'm cruel.

I've had people guess that perhasp I'm just wired wrong...

...but those people have never watched the light dim and then fade in a haze of pain and fear, then to utter peacefulness as they depart.

Those people have never touched the god-like heights of adrenaline, satisfaction, and sheer joy.

Those people will never understand. So let them say as they will.

And I get paid for it.

I do something I love, I do it well.

How could life get any better?

Fandom: X-men
Pup: Raven Darkholm "Mystique"

Monday, July 5, 2004

10:46PM - End of the Line

Given the choice would you choose to live forever?

Let's think this one through shall we?

Me. Forever.

Yeah, it actually scares me too.

The undying assassin. God, I'd be another Logan.

The sad truth is....I've got someone waiting for me on the other side. Maybe it's naive, if that term could ever be applied to me, but it's true.

No amount of power, time, or money could make me disappoint her that badly.

Ever.

So, as fun as it sounds, despite the amount of damage I could inflict and lives I could destroy...I'll have to say no.

Besides, what would I do with the funerary statue I had made?

Current mood: amused

Friday, June 25, 2004

7:04PM - Just a thing, commitment

It would have been so simple 'Renee. Just a piece of paper and two rings. So easy. So why did we never do it?

I know the excuses I gave myself in my head. The great Raven Darkholme can't have a paper trail, nothing to trace the great assasin, nothing to lead them to her heart, to you.

But you knew the truth, 'Renee, I coudl see it in your eyes. You knew. I was afraid.

Afraid to be tied down, afraid to admit just how much a part of me you were. Afraid of the commitment.

Funny when you think about it. I enter into legal, well, mostly legal, contracts everyday. I sign my psuedonym on the dotted line, I live up to every agreement I make. To complete strangers no less.

So why...why didn't I ask you?

It would have been so simple 'Renee...just a piece of paper and two rings....

Sunday, May 16, 2004

3:59AM - Looking up

Who do I look up to? I should say someone my age doesn't need a role model, I'm perfectly capable of screwing up on my own, but, in the spirit of these questions, I'll answer as best I can.

I've always been one for the strong, misunderstood women in history. Mary, Queen of Scotts comes to mind. Or perhaps Lin Ashika, White Tigress of the emperors army during the Hun invasion.

Perhaps I should be worried that the above two "role models" were horribly slain. Perhaps I should seek someone safer to idolize.

Then again, I've never been one for the "safe road"

*grins* How about Morgan Le Fey? I liked her a great deal, and she had style...no taste in men, but that can be overlooked. Yes, I think I'll stick with the dark soceress for now. She suites my mood.

Raven Darkholme
X-men

Current mood: Indulgent

Thursday, May 13, 2004

1:38AM - Where do we stand?

[Locked Against: Norman Osborn II]

*sighs and rubs forehead*

I have an incomplete file. A very carefully incomplete file. Gotta give Norman credit, it was a beautiful attempt. I'll have to thank him for adding to the challenge of this hunt.

And I'll have to research him. Don't trust him...not suprising really, but he irks me. This file just underscores the need predict this man.

God, what I wouldn't give for a back rub.

Wonder where that girl Ix is?

Current mood: restless

Sunday, April 18, 2004

6:46AM - Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum

So the assignment from hell is finally over. No more dealing with California Raisin Boxers...time to collect my payment. Easy right? Simple right?

Of course not.

God hates me. Serves me right after all, I did traffic with demons, or at least the definition of such. In short, no paycheck.

The Garrelli brothers, who were the illustrious financiers of this endeavor, have decided that since I cannot be directly related to the cause of death, I did not do it. Therefore I did not earn my pay.

I don't think I've ever met a true definition of "moron" until today. Do they honestly beleive I will simply walk away? That I will leave them be? *smirks*

I wonder if anyone is looking to run a crime syndicate...there may be openings soon.

Current mood: annoyed

Monday, April 12, 2004

5:43PM - Random Amusements...

Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl
Name:
God/Goddess ofThe Moon
Element:Lightning
Animal Companion:Beetle
Weak againstMagic
Weapon:Foil
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!


If the powers that be don't mind I've upgraded from good old fashioned foil, though it works in a pinch...give me a scope anyday...

Saturday, April 10, 2004

4:16AM - Ever get the feeling....

*click*

...that your life isn't all it could be?

Hi, I'm Frank, an over-weight, middle-age banker. I have two children in boarding school and my wife is sailing through the Canary Islands. I"m at home watching jeopardy on the couch in my size forty-three boxers. My California Dancing Raisin Boxers.

*click*

Seems I have a thing for peanuts.

*click*

And my left knee is troublesome, I keep shifting it...

Damn, why am I still alive?

*click*

Hour four of observation, boredom has hit and Jeopardy is hitting reruns. I have discovered that subject Frank's left nostril can take up my entire scope at the highest zoom...

*click*

Why did I take this job?

Current mood: bored

Saturday, March 20, 2004

3:56AM - And an ill wind blows...

I looked in the mirror today. I don't do that too often anymore.

I looked in the mirror...

And remembered why I don't. It's odd how such a simple piece of worked glass can reveal so much...I saw my face, again, not a common sight, and it simply drifted there in the cool bathroom light.

No purpose...no reason...no Destiny. I think I laughed then, it always comes back to her. Me, who sloughed off my own children, me, who kills for a living...me...broken up over a girl. Sad story...and true.

But it's alright, I deal with it...

I don't look in the mirror much anyway.

I have a job today, and if I'm not wearing my face, this broken thing, I'll enjoy it.

Current mood: cynical