http://singlesoledjest.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] singlesoledjest.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-09-23 09:10 pm

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Yo. Mercutio is sitting crosslegged by the fireplace, staring into the fire. One hand is tossing and catching a dagger - he doesn't seem to even be looking at it.

He's humming very quietly, a Veronan children's song.
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[identity profile] yuppie-trash.livejournal.com 2007-09-23 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)

". . .It wasn't a story. It was slander."

His jaw is tight.

"There was no purpose to my life. Why should there have been purpose in my death?"
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[identity profile] yuppie-trash.livejournal.com 2007-09-23 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was in the midst of searching for Mr. Ellis before my unfortunate end. I needed to speak to him concerning what he had written. Fiction or not. It was my good name that he was dragging through the weeds."

"Imagine. Calling me an American Psycho." He runs his tongue over his teeth, "Thus. Unfinished business."
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[identity profile] yuppie-trash.livejournal.com 2007-09-23 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)

". . .I didn't do any of those things."
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[identity profile] yuppie-trash.livejournal.com 2007-09-23 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)

"No."

Patrick would rather not speak about it. Because he would get angry. Getting angry wouldn't help at all because he does not have his usual means of expressing it-- not anymore-- being sans pulse and breath. Instead he forces himself to be blank and dead, muttering.

"It was all lies."