(March1st : Live another life day)
Name - Frank Donaldson
Occupation - Siren Hunter
Location - Devshom, England
Music - Big Bad VooDoo Daddy
So, another day, another dollar. Isn't that what they say? In my case another day, another scar. Damn Sirens are pissing me off. They're getting faster or I'm getting slower. Not sure which thought bothers me more.
The one we hunted today wasn't even trying to hide, he left us a bread crumb trail of bodies to follow. Sick bastard. He actually looked surprised when we caught up with him. Can Sirens go mad?
On the bright side, atleast I think it's bright, Rowan said she'd be over for a drink later. You know what that means.
But, dammit, I'm not the one she wants. I'm just a convenient, uncomplicated fuck. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. She's young, sexy, everything a virile, slightly ego-happy man like myself could want in his bed.
Not sure I'm the relationship type, anyway. Finding the headless bodies of your wife and kids can do that to a guy.
The little voice behind my right ear is telling me to romance her, give something more than sex a shot. It's been long enough, and I'm allowed to be happy again.
The little voice behind my left ear, the one I usually listen to, says screw her, enjoy it and don't get too involved. Think I'm gonna go with Lefty. He hasn't led me wrong yet.
But, dammit, I like her. She's sweet. Okay, asnwered my own angst. She's too sweet, in a naive, I've never seen the worst, kind of way. I'd just mess her up.
Back to the whiskey bottle for me. Maybe I'll even clean something before she gets here. Maybe not.
Name - Frank Donaldson
Occupation - Siren Hunter
Location - Devshom, England
Music - Big Bad VooDoo Daddy
So, another day, another dollar. Isn't that what they say? In my case another day, another scar. Damn Sirens are pissing me off. They're getting faster or I'm getting slower. Not sure which thought bothers me more.
The one we hunted today wasn't even trying to hide, he left us a bread crumb trail of bodies to follow. Sick bastard. He actually looked surprised when we caught up with him. Can Sirens go mad?
On the bright side, atleast I think it's bright, Rowan said she'd be over for a drink later. You know what that means.
But, dammit, I'm not the one she wants. I'm just a convenient, uncomplicated fuck. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. She's young, sexy, everything a virile, slightly ego-happy man like myself could want in his bed.
Not sure I'm the relationship type, anyway. Finding the headless bodies of your wife and kids can do that to a guy.
The little voice behind my right ear is telling me to romance her, give something more than sex a shot. It's been long enough, and I'm allowed to be happy again.
The little voice behind my left ear, the one I usually listen to, says screw her, enjoy it and don't get too involved. Think I'm gonna go with Lefty. He hasn't led me wrong yet.
But, dammit, I like her. She's sweet. Okay, asnwered my own angst. She's too sweet, in a naive, I've never seen the worst, kind of way. I'd just mess her up.
Back to the whiskey bottle for me. Maybe I'll even clean something before she gets here. Maybe not.
More I tell you MOOOORE!!!!