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[x_butterfly]

Okay, so this is like the cyber version of making the new kid stand up in front of class and spill all their deepest, darkest secret, right? How 21st century of you guys. This is a lot nicer than where I usually wind up. ‘Cause, you know, mansion. I don’t think people with houses like this usually go “oh, that weird girl who sometimes brings decomposing things back to life is just what I need. She’d go with my new vase!” (Please tell me no one is going to try to match me to a vase. If they try to make me wear something with flowers or butterflies or paisley I am so out of here.)

Is there like a no pawning the silver rule? It seems like the kinda place that needs one of those.

I'm probably doing this whole Care Bear share time thing all wrong, huh? Right. Let's start over.

Dear Diary,

I'm Layla. I'm from New York (city, not just the state) from a little place Lame People call Midtown West, but anyone who's family has legit been there forever still calls it Hell's Kitchen. Unless they've converted to yuppism (I hear that's like Scientology but less creepy) but then they're pretty much in the Lame People category anyway. So, yeah, I'm blonde. I skate. I only trip over my own feet like three times a day. And I make zombies.

Okay, so it's basically zombie roadkill but apparently people don't dig the Roadkill Day of the Dead like you'd think they would. I mean, I pretty much just sometimes bring shit back to life. It’s not that creepy really. Unless you’re like really scared of zombies or something, I guess. Killing spiders takes all day sometimes. That’s annoying.

Matt's a total liar, there's no map. But if you people try to get me lost on purpose while I’m busy already getting lost? I will figure out where you sleep and I will put all the zombie rats in your bed because that is so not on. I don’t know if rabies survives death and then rising from the dead. Someone should do a study on that or something. It could be a legit problem these days.

And Muppet Yoda! I know you're out there in cyberland somewhere! You totally skipped something epic in your recruitment speech! Like how you totally are a Kitty Superhero and rescue damsels in towers and throw the smack down on bad guys and wtf, yo? This is totally why Yoda got replaced with tech, you know. You keep failing me! This is like vitally important 411 and shit. But I guess I'll let you slide this time because YodaPhone is here to save me from your total disclosure fail. (I just need a Yoda voice ringtone for him)

Comments

[x-mandelbrot.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure I'd categorize myself as having fun, but okay let's go with that. And, uh, I can't promise the no zombie thing unless you just avoid the fuck outta me. It just sorta happens, I can't control it. But it's cool, you re-kill it and it will stay dead. Eventually.

[x-twenty-three.livejournal.com]

Ok, I tried to read your entire post again but damn I can't focus, too many words on the screen and too little energy on my brain right now. I'm just going to roll with you being the Cool Chatty type and be happy.

Now you only need to convince me that cutting up zombies is good for your nails. Or claws, whatever.

[x-mandelbrot.livejournal.com]

I do tend to talk, yes. It's a flaw. I don't always talk. Sometimes I am astoundingly mute.

They have bones. Those could sharpen your claws. Wait, do you have claws like Kyle's?

[x-twenty-three.livejournal.com]

Color me intrigued.

Nope, mine are way cooler. I just pictured myself sharpening my claws with a femur. Bitching.

[x-mandelbrot.livejournal.com]

That's pretty hardcore. You gotta make sure the bone is harder than your claws though or you'll just, like, shave off bits of bone.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Laura's are inside her hands and maybe feet and come out (and yeah, it's gross) whenever, but I've got more claws. She's got 2 per hand and one on each foot or something, I've got them on all my fingers and toes and mine don't make me bleed when I need 'em.

Since I'm not into pain, I say mine are cooler.

[x-mandelbrot.livejournal.com]

But no pain no gain right? Or that's what the after school special about how to be a linebacker taught me.