The Continuing Irony of Steven Hyde

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The front door opens and half a Hyde appears - dressed in jeans, his plaid jacket, and a black Bruce Lee ringer that is certainly superfly. The other half of him is still in the Point Place on the other side of the door, and he's holding onto the handle as he shouts something back into that other reality -

"I'M LEAVING, EDNA! PUT A FUCKING SOCK IN IT!"

He slams the door behind him, shaking his head and muttering "Christ!" That's when he looks up and sees where he is.

It produces only mild confusion before he shrugs it off, clomping over to the bar and ordering up one of Satan's Cherry Pops.

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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde looks rather excited, actually. "Could you really do that? Because I could maim someone for that, if I had to."

[ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com]

Zeke shrugs.

"Haven't figured out the exacts of it all...but if this place can pop me out of a vat of blood and be not your friend's basement, there's gotta be some way to arrange it, right?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde leans forward a bit. "You popped out of a vat of blood? Is that standard practice in Hell?"

[ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com]

Zeke blinks at him.

"No, it's what happens when you just got tossed into a vat of blood before appearing here."

He rolls his eyes.

"It was a case. I was taking out Elizabeth Bathory. Maybe you've heard of her? Blood Countess? Bathed in virgin blood instead of breaking down and paying for cold creme like a normal girl. Not a fun case, kid, not fun at all."

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[OOC: Gotta go - attempt at slow time? :]

Hyde clucks his tongue. "Elizabeth Bathory...yeah, I think I've read about that chick. Crazy as a loon, in a fiendishly hot sort of way."

[ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com]

His voice is flat, but not unamused.

"Not really. She wasn't that pretty. With you on the crazy as a loon bit though."


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"I dunno. Something about a chick who bathes in blood..."

Hyde's brow furrows slightly as he thinks of something. His tone becomes considerably more pensive, withdrawn even.

"...Zeke, man. Have you collected any data? On, y'know...this place?"