You think love is to pray

Ah, yes, Independence Day.

Congratulations on freedom, America. The English Empire doesn't miss you.

( Aizen )

Mexico... I did not enjoy it. Far too hot. The food was less than desirable.

California is not much better, but, comparitively...





( Private to Self )

Konan-san. Pein-san. I truly enjoyed the tea house. I will come again. Soon.



Kuronue-san. I have not heard from you recently. You've not been shot, have you?





Nakashima-san... still playing with children?

Taking stock, I have... 5 fender benders, 3 head-on collisions, 6 moving violations, 2 pile-ups involving five cars or more, and... no police time.

I really approve of this.


However, the shop takes a great deal of time in turning out my repaired cars. I am running low on my favorite cars.

At this rate, I'll have to... take... a cab or something...

Feh. Tea will be a pleasent change of pace.

Be careful where you tread, trespassers and innocents alike.

There are thorns everywhere, and you've no idea where you may be scratched.

Understand - pure innocence is protected. Tainted... not so much.

Be careful where you tread.


Or I will come for you.



[[OOC: This post is ANONYMOUS. As in, your character WON'T be able to see where it comes from. It just appears on the terminals. This is Sasori posting under his City-Reform-Cleanser-type identity.]]

Finally, someone is doing something.





( Private: Aizen )

( Pirvate; Aizen )




( Private; Suzaku )




My Spyder got back from the shop. They repainted it red for me.

I took it for a test drive, so it's back in the shop now.

How awful... Just terrible. Disgusting. What's next? No, don't answer that.

That poor girl... and her family...

That is not something I want to see when I come home!




( Private to Aizen )




( Private to Suzaku )

My throat itches. It figures in perfectly that as soon as I return to America, I contract some sort of virus...

Nakashima-san, I don't want you now; go play elsewhere with your childish fantasies that so easily satisfy you.

There is a certain charm to motorcycle construction... even if it is difficult to get the machine to remain upright; I quickly amended this with a rack. Very useful; two racks, one tire on each, with supports.

Ducatis... truly beautiful machines. Perhaps not as beautiful as the Evo, but just as sleek... powerful.

....and I drove it for five blocks before I crashed.

Truly, good stuff.

Alright. I broke my record, Officer Hughes; it has been a week, however.

Those interested may direct their attention to Fifth and Twelfth street, where one may see skid marks stretching over a span of twenty-five feet, followed by a fallen-down telephone pole and a broken wall.

Honestly, these American drivers. No skills. No skills whatsoever. I can say with confidence that none of you would survive a day in Japan.

[filtered from police, cadets, Shin-Ra Electric, etc]
Here's a little trivia, children: In Japan, if you can go over 180KM, the police can't catch you, and won't even try.

I would know.

There's a thrill... an open-mindedness when it is only you and the car you have built from the ground up, and everything else becomes a blur.

Is there never a quiet moment?

Tch. Honestly.

Officer Maes Hughes, you may be pleased to note that I drove to and from work today without a single traffic violation.

( PRIVATE: AIZEN )

I have to wonder about a city that, when one purchases a doll's dress, they ask if I want it wrapped... or if I want to wear it.

Shelby GT 500. Grey. Black stripes.

I love it.

I bought it.

I crashed it.

I need a new one.


( Private to Aizen )

( Private to Self )

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Perish without eternal life. Crush, crush, open, pilfer, plunder.

Hmmm, lyrics? Yes.


[[ooc: ....I NEED ACTIVITY. STFU. If it's okay with Gin-mun, I guess... he got out? I have a drabble I'll post as soon as I have access from my home computer.]]

( text to Aizen )



[[ooc: Sasori is still institutionalized. He manipulated a nurse into sending this text message. Since he couldn't very well say "HAY CHAIRMAN LEMME OUTTA HERE", he tried his best to make it as cryptic yet understandable as possible. He is not becoming a religious freak, but he knows of this verse, and is letting Aizen know, psycho-style, that he knows Aizen will get him out. He hopes.]]

( Private: Hackable to Aizen//Gin//Zabuza//Kuronue//Other Affiliates )

( Text Messages: Aizen )

Things seem to have calmed down. For that I am most grateful. Some of us do study.

Also, my English has improved immensely, as has my driving. Cars are nice. I like cars.



Can someone give me a ride?

Kuronue-kun, are you still alive over there?

( Private: Hackable to those closely affiliated with Aizen )


I had an examination in Genealogy yesterday. As always, I am at the top of class.

Dear, dear me... I do hope everyone has recovered somewhat from that awful crash. Really, it has been quite depressing...

The stupidity of American drivers never ceases to amaze me. Law enforcement officers will worry over my driving, yet I am not stupid enough to drive into a building.

See what happens when you worry over the diplomatically immune Asian boy? Some of your own will ultimately suffer.

Really. How annoying.

[Text sent to Aizen]

brb stealing 1960 shelby gt-500