My brother once said that your mind gets worried when your shoes run thin on the road.... he was right it hurts like a bitch.
With my denim jacket tied around my waist and my aviator sunglasses equipt on me, i didn't give a fuck about dracs, other killjoys or BL/IND, i just kept on walking till i found my way back home.... which happens to be in an old music store. The whole place was filled with cds from before the fire and old vinyls like elvis and david bowie, it was paradise for a person like me. I've never exactly been the person to settle down, but with everything i had collected i decided that setting up a base would be the best idea. I trekked into the gorse bush infested place where my base was set and huffed in relief, killing shit every day is not exactly a glamorous job. I went over to the vinyl player and placed on an old pearl jam disk. Alive started playing and i instantly felt relaxed, that song has always made me feel awesome inside. As the chorus of the song played , i went over to my bed and flopped onto the pillow letting sleep overcome me...
A/N: I think im a bit too excited for this book...
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Seven Nation Army||Party Poison danger days
FanfictionHonest Carnage finds that she is different from other killjoys. For one she is the only person in the killjoy community to own a dog named viper strike and two she has the great ability of survival alone. But what will happen to her hatred for peopl...
