Saturday Morning:
Spoke with my friend who sells herbs and such. Sadly, nothing she had on offer that would do the trick would also be untraceable enough to not get linked back to me. So poisoning the damn twit is out. Must find a way to make her fall off a roof and look like an accident…also, once that’s done…burn this journal. No evidence.
Apparently, I did learn something useful from the kooks at the asylum…
Of course, everyone is going to assume it’s me, in any case. Fall back defense should be that I’m crazy. I have ample proof that doctors think I am.
So that’s the plan. Try not to get caught, and if I do, plead crazy.
salmiritello:
raynagildstein:
*beams* Brilliant. Let me just go get my things. *winks and waltzes off*
*grins a bit more and leans against the bar to wait for her*
*tries really hard to not be seen as she snags her coat and slips back into the main room* *grins at Sal* C’mon, lets get out of here.
salmiritello:
raynagildstein:
*smirks* Mine’s ending in half an hour, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I slipped off…*winks* Your room, or did you have something else in mind?
*grins* Let’s go someplace else…get a room somewhere, maybe?
*beams* Brilliant. Let me just go get my things. *winks and waltzes off*
salmiritello:
raynagildstein:
*laughs* I meant of the actual trouble kind…but the knocking boots kind sounds good, too.
*turns her around in his arm, pulling her closer* My shift ended a few minutes ago…
*smirks* Mine’s ending in half an hour, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I slipped off…*winks* Your room, or did you have something else in mind?
salmiritello:
raynagildstein:
I feel like starting some kind of trouble. What to do, what to do…
*sneaks up behind her, putting his hands on her hips* Starting trouble, eh? Count me in…
*laughs* I meant of the actual trouble kind…but the knocking boots kind sounds good, too.
Thursday Evening: Bored. Bored, bored, bored.
No one has killed the redhead yet. I suppose now I have to indicate which redhead I’m talking about…the old, obnoxious one, not the sweet, new one. The new one seems like she might be fun to befriend.
But the old one is still annoying me. No one has beaten her to death yet- that would have made me happiest. I suppose that push come to shove, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands. Perhaps take a trip to see the old lady whose son runs the local greengrocer…she knows her way about herbs. If anyone can help with this little red problem…she can…
I feel like starting some kind of trouble. What to do, what to do…
j-l-kristo:
raynagildstein:
*crosses her heart with a finger* Cross my black, wicked little heart, it wasn’t me.
Yeah, okay. *throws his bar towel behind him* Hope not. Pretty much ruined my night. And after all I’ve done for you. *smirks*
*leans in, her voice light, and clearly teasing* If I didn’t know you were getting it someplace else, I’d offer to pay you back for your kindness, Jed. But then again…Timber actually scares me a little, so…you’re stuck with my undying friendship.
j-l-kristo:
raynagildstein:
j-l-kristo:
Whichever dancer told ther men not to tip me is in for a world of trouble.
*leans against the bar* If I had to guess, it was a certain redheaded bitch. Not the new redhead, though, she’s sweet. I mean the -old- redhead. *smiles her sweet, crazy smile*
You think? *considers* Thought I knew most of her customers. Suppose it’s possible. *meets her eyes* Also possible that it was you.
*crosses her heart with a finger* Cross my black, wicked little heart, it wasn’t me.
j-l-kristo:
Whichever dancer told ther men not to tip me is in for a world of trouble.
*leans against the bar* If I had to guess, it was a certain redheaded bitch. Not the new redhead, though, she’s sweet. I mean the -old- redhead. *smiles her sweet, crazy smile*
