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Not so drunk this time, which is good for Casey, but probably bad for anyone else. She's tuned into the ether with a topic in mind tonight, which means she might be getting righteous at any possible moment. Or stupid. She speaks fairly coolly as if she has little interest at all in the subject, and exasperated sighs punctuate every few words.
So a demon walks into the hospital--that sounds like the set up for a bad joke, shit. And knowing John, probably one she's already heard. Anyway, says he wants to wants to make a deal. Two newborn souls a week and he keeps the "real demons" out of my hair.
She scoffs.
Told him to fuck off, but I guess I've got his pretty face to look at from now on. Christ, you demons are like fucking exes. You just never know when to let up, do you?
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July 28th,
2008 9:11 pm
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Casey is drunk. Fortunately, she has the constitution of a particularly swarthy Caribbean pirate circa the 18th century; as such, her speech is only vaguely slurred, if a touch louder than normal. And occasionally laced with awkward laughter. Her thoughts are laced with fuzzy static, like a radio fading in and out as her concentration wavers, the occasional sound of something in her vicinity drifting in -- a cupboard door slamming, liquor bottle tinkling against glass, the muted buzz of a television.
Holy shit. It should be fucking--a fuck--a fucking holiday.
Ok, so maybe more than a touch slurred, but she's making an effort.
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July 21st,
2008 6:57 am
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ALL ENTRIES AFTER THIS POINT FOR ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) withwolves.
ALL ENTRIES BEFORE THIS POINT FOR ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) audeamus.
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April 18th,
2008 9:59 pm
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Casey's voice, when it comes into the ether, is a lot less composed than she normally keeps it. Her walls are down; she's harried and exhausted, and the vague sounds of an E.R. in action drift in and out under her words.
Kid's sister is raped and left for dead and then his whole family gets blown up in a fucking car accident. Call me alarmist, but this doesn't sound like a goddamn coincidence.
Paranoid? Perhaps. Accusatory? Definitely.
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February 14th,
2008 9:56 pm
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Casey's harried, but there's a certain amount of reflection in her thoughts. She's taking a break somewhere--she won't show where; taking a minute to put everything in order. There's a cigarette burning down to the filter in numb hands. That she does show. As usual, she's dry and crass when she thinks, musing cynically and wryly amused at the whole thing. Busy day.
Always get some real fuckin' creative injuries on Valentine's. And they say being single's a bad thing.
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January 31st,
2008 3:08 am
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There's a lot Casey understands about the way things work. It's difficult to be in her profession and not pick up some common knowledge. But demons--well. Twenty years of their harrassment still hadn't let her any further into their processes than she had been as a child. As such, she reaches out to the ether with some trepidation, but is careful to hide it. She's getting better at that part, at least.
Shit. Been too quiet lately. The downpour coming soon?
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January 6th,
2008 1:08 am
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There is all the usual brusqueness, but the general playfulness she usually has is gone. There's irritation, vexation, frustration--helpless, hopeless anger. Still, she doesn't exactly stay quiet.
Teenager fucking stabbed to death, people getting killed on New Year's, goddamn knife crimes. Somebody's clearly doing their job down there.
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December 2nd,
2007 8:57 am
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[about 4 or 5 minutes after this exchange]
Frantic might be the wrong word, but it's not far off. The connection fills with static occasionally, then comes back in a rush of mild panic.
Might've done something stupid John. Shit.
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