Saintie left officially a week ago. I've been busy, I know y'all missed me lots. </3
There were SO MANY THINGS TO DO.
I wanna tell ya all about it.
So Saintie left after we bothered Graves some more and tortured the city a bit. That Agent came back and sent out more popos to play with. Fucker got the streets littered with coppers. Where ya getting all these peeps from, pulling em out your ass? Sounds desperate to me.
Got the idea before Saintie came round to get into the police headquarters. Got Graves all dressed up, had to sit her on down and pull out the stitches from her lips. Got a nasty scar across her face, y'know, I put it there. Almost made her blind but she moved. Lucky girlie she was back then. Reopened that wound nice and slowly, made her bleed all prettily.
Got her all dolled up before I beat the crap outta her, messed her up like a victim just up until death.
She teleported right into town and I waited for some hours. Then some more and then some more. She didn't come back.
I was not happy, no no no.
She teleported in late at night. Should I say early the next morning? Dunno, don't care. Graves came back exhausted and collapsed on the floor of the dining room. I saw some fresh injuries that I didn't do. Dragged her downstairs and put her on the table, stopped the bleeding.
Been a while since I've heard her voice, y'know. Listened when she explained what had happened in a hoarse voice. Said she went in there, went as planned. She scanned the room a few times through-out her time there, then on one of the times noticed someone staring back from one of the office windows. He was different looking, found out he was the Agent. He came out and greeted Graves, took her into his office. They talked a bit and he was casual fella she said. Was a bit sickly looking, pale, greasy dark blonde hair. Wore a suit and had slightly red eyes that looked weary.
They talked a bit and he closed the blinds, they talked some more before he inquired about me. Good old Gallows!! She played off differently, like only hearing about me. Couldn't say she was a survivor cause we all know better. ;)
Didn't matter cause he knew somehow. She caught his smile and he got his foot between her legs and knee in her chest, cuffed both hands to the chair. The Agent tried to interrogate her, beat her, when other coppers requested his presence he left the room. She was able to break the arms of the chair and teleport free.
Fella beat her pretty badly. Stabbed her in some nice but less harmful spots. Patched her up, stitched her up, she's all better now.
I am not happy, no no no. Agent knows us it looks like. Knows us pretty damn well, gotta fix this.
Gonna take a leave though. I got plans with a new buddy of mine y'all know by Ferus, but more on that later. ;)
Agent, we're gonna play real soon. Just you wait.