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[spicysoursweet]

[Sound of sirens in the backround]

God they are persistent. You know I really miss my the show I came from. At least back there when I ran from the cops it was easier to ditch them...and whenever I used to hit people with my Vespa or Guitar back home unless it was relivent to the plot we'd all have a few laughs and move on.

Around here you'd think a concussion was something to worry about or something.

Anyone else miss breaking the fourth wall a little?

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[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

I liked my fourth wall intact, thank you.

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

Oooo my bestest best friend in the Digital world~

What am I chopped liver?

You complain too much. Hi Sammy~

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

Ugh. In your fucked up dreams, maybe. If you even have enough sanity to HAVE dreams. For all I know your entire existence is something like a bad LSD trip.

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault that you were oblivious to my fandom.

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I wasn't high enough to watch most of Ginax's crap. As in, not at all.

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

You can't fool me pal. I be you were one of those boring characters in your world, the kind who's life was uninteresting and you made no real impact on anything till a big event completely rocked your world. Then you just hung on for the ride.

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

It's none of your damn business who or what I was back home.

Bitchy Haku is a bitch

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

Oooo such hostility. Nail on the head I bet~

And I bet that girl you love so much only fell in love with you because of that big adventure you shared hmmm?

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

No, no, you shut up right now. You don't know Mikaela. You don't know ME.

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

You sound upset, something on your mind champ?

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

No. Fuck off.

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

There really is no need to be hostile you know, I've been there before, miles and miles, thousands of millions of lightyears away from everyone you ever loved or cared about...drifting...alone. Your purpose gone...just...existing.

And to have it be completely involuntary...it hurts, makes you feel tiny and helpless as the universe bats you around like a cat playing with a mouse before the big bite.

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

... Stop it... just shut up...

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

I've been there too.

[gotinthecar.livejournal.com]

You. Don't. Know. Me. Shut up, and leave me the hell alone.

[connection lost]

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

Aw Rats I almost had him that time.

I wonder if it'll occur to him that he's the one who started talking to me.

[noblewomanslaff.livejournal.com]

Honey, where I come from, we don't just break the fourth wall, we convert it into a fine jelly paste.

[spicysoursweet.livejournal.com]

Sounds like my kind of party, you from Nabeshin's crew? I thought of asking him to direct a movie with me in it once...

[noblewomanslaff.livejournal.com]

Hm? No. I don't think I ever worked with him.