Moloch the Mystic Edgard Ed Jacobi. Maybe I'm busy. Maybe I hate you. Either way, I'm not answering the phone right now. Leave a message after the beep.
((OOC: This journal is currently being used to play in three different 'verses: custodes_high, cuss_memorial and thedressingroom. Some posts belong to one verse, some posts belong to all of them. Tags are your friends.))
The air was full of the sound of a crowd having fun. Lights in every color of the rainbow covered the trees and the pathways. The world around them offered plenty of opportunities to have fun for a few dollars, and Ed planned to enjoy as many of them as he was able to. He already had his eyes set on the cotton candy cart in front of them, but for the moment he forgot about it. He had someone far more delicious to look at.
Some guys in Illinois were bored and made this. I bet you can figure out the rules.
Still having weird dreams about that place. The other day I felt like my birds where spying on me - all three of them. Think I might be going crazy.
At the theatre.