Much like a certain man on the path of redemption, we have taken in a stray.
Unlike said man, ours was quite unwilling, and nabbing her was something of a chore. But it was Jessica's idea, Jessica's desire, and what Jessica desires, Jessica gets. Have I said the word Jessica enough to hammer that point home yet? Good. I'm done with it. Today was a fucking mess and I'm just plain tired. On top of everything, something's gone wrong with my post and it hasn't gone up like I set it to yesterday. Still working on what's wrong with that.
For now, though, you should know that we have kidnapped Emily. Yes, that Emily. I have to admit, it's a damn good plan on Jessica's part. Yesterday afternoon, we cornered David and his band of misfits, and Andre set off after Emily while Jessica and I distracted Banks himself. That earned poor Andre a gunshot wound to the foot, but I think the bigger bruise is the one to his ego. Suck it up, big man, you got shot by an eight year old. Not that big a deal.
Jessica wants you to know, David, that 'this is it.' If you really want this girl back, if you're really committed to her and to this lifestyle, you'll come get her. Because she sure as shit isn't giving her back to you of her own volition. Trust me. She and Emily haven't stopped sniping at each other since the moment we tossed the little girl into the back of the van and drove off. I have a headache.
-Mr. Flint
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Progress and Plans
Ah, hell, this again.
You may have noticed that multitasking is difficult when you work for Jessica Carter, of all people. I apologize for that, it means you get left out of the loop a lot, but ah, who am I kidding? Doesn't matter to me whether you know what's going on with us.
That being said, we're still trailing the Azrael Crew. If David Banks ever had any affection for Jess, I'd say it's about dried up at this point. I'd hate her too, if she had terrorized me and mine for the better part of five months. Then again, maybe I wouldn't. Actions have consequences, after all, and when you get into it with Jessica you ought to know that you're not ever going to be free of the risks associated with her demeanor. The woman is an inevitability, of sorts.
Anywho, Jessica has an exhausting plain in the works, and for right now things are quiet. First time that's happened in almost half a year. In this period of down time, I've managed to structure the next three entries of Bradley's journal in a way that makes sense, and seems to be the order in which they were written. I'm hoping that, by posting them here, maybe I can get some answers out of the larger blogging community. Why on earth did folks flock to blogs, of all things, to write about this sort of stuff? Seems like the strangest instinct when you're in deep with stuff like that. But, ah, what do I know? I'm a rambling old man. I've got those entries written out in one long, succinct post. I've got it set to go up tomorrow, while we're out, so that it doesn't clog the arteries of this blog. People need a chance to see this post before they can chew on the next one, full as it is of weirdness.
I'll be around.
-Mr. Flint.
You may have noticed that multitasking is difficult when you work for Jessica Carter, of all people. I apologize for that, it means you get left out of the loop a lot, but ah, who am I kidding? Doesn't matter to me whether you know what's going on with us.
That being said, we're still trailing the Azrael Crew. If David Banks ever had any affection for Jess, I'd say it's about dried up at this point. I'd hate her too, if she had terrorized me and mine for the better part of five months. Then again, maybe I wouldn't. Actions have consequences, after all, and when you get into it with Jessica you ought to know that you're not ever going to be free of the risks associated with her demeanor. The woman is an inevitability, of sorts.
Anywho, Jessica has an exhausting plain in the works, and for right now things are quiet. First time that's happened in almost half a year. In this period of down time, I've managed to structure the next three entries of Bradley's journal in a way that makes sense, and seems to be the order in which they were written. I'm hoping that, by posting them here, maybe I can get some answers out of the larger blogging community. Why on earth did folks flock to blogs, of all things, to write about this sort of stuff? Seems like the strangest instinct when you're in deep with stuff like that. But, ah, what do I know? I'm a rambling old man. I've got those entries written out in one long, succinct post. I've got it set to go up tomorrow, while we're out, so that it doesn't clog the arteries of this blog. People need a chance to see this post before they can chew on the next one, full as it is of weirdness.
I'll be around.
-Mr. Flint.
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