Dorian Feenix | ~ silence is golden ~

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[Private - visible to Carnival]
Ghosts are real.

Met one at the first unmarked grave I dug up and was kindly informed I had the wrong pile of bones. Happened another ten consecutive times; always after I'd dug deep enough to break the coffin lid.

Hers weren't there. Someone took them several years ago to use them for a potion of some sort. Haven't seen hide nor hair of her since Halloween. Coming back tonight. Alone.

No practice today or tomorrow. I have to take care of something.

[Private]
Something is strange about this place. The shadows move. The air weeps. The ground quivers.

I hear her voice at night, whispering, hissing, venting, sighing. I feel her hand brush against my skin in the wee hours of morning. I see her face from the corner of my eye all day...

Picked up new ropes today. Excellent quality. They're definitely worth their money.

Weather's changing to the type that makes me want to sleep all day. Maybe I will do just that tomorrow...

Collection #63 - complete.

( Collection #63 - final item )

'Beware of wieners'?

Death by sausage is a new one, I give her that. But she knows I don't eat deformed meat, especially not when it's stuffed into intestine tissue so... what the fuck?

Grand finale and then it's off to Philly.

Stella's going to take care of packing so I can help you with the Ferris wheel later, Toby.

[Corvina]
Do we have something to discuss, Snow White?

Bars.

Tonight.

Anyone?

[Stan]

Think you can get me another girl? Stella could use a break.

Showtime!