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[october 30]
Oct. 31st, 2017 11:43 amThe idea of this Purge business is interesting, although Mad Sweeney thinks it's fucking hilarious that anyone thinks they're going to get away from this sort of behaviour without any consequences. Maybe they won't end up with their stupid asses in a jail cell, but there's a whole host of other ways in which they'll pay for their crimes, unless, of course, they're all fucking psychopaths without a friend in the world and without a damn conscience.
Which he supposes isn't completely impossible.
He's standing on the sidewalk near the park, smoking one of his hand rolled cigarettes -- care of Liesel -- and reading one of the posters to see if anything has changed in terms of information. It's all the same as far as he can tell. No law, no legal consequences, do whatever the fuck you like. And plastered all around are different sorts of advertisements. Ones for self defense classes, ones for people claiming to have a safe place to stay in their houses, although Sweeney is willing to bet those fuckers are just preparing for their own killing spree. There's a hand written sign telling people to come to the Catholic Church and Mad Sweeney might not give a fuck about Jesus, who he mostly thinks to be a damn idiot, but he has to admit, he'd sooner trust the church's offer over just about anyone else's.
He senses someone coming up beside him before he sees them and he nods at the poster with his chin.
"The fuck d'you make of this?" he asks before he turns to see a petite blonde standing next to him. Roughly the size of Laura fucking Moon. Of course.
Which he supposes isn't completely impossible.
He's standing on the sidewalk near the park, smoking one of his hand rolled cigarettes -- care of Liesel -- and reading one of the posters to see if anything has changed in terms of information. It's all the same as far as he can tell. No law, no legal consequences, do whatever the fuck you like. And plastered all around are different sorts of advertisements. Ones for self defense classes, ones for people claiming to have a safe place to stay in their houses, although Sweeney is willing to bet those fuckers are just preparing for their own killing spree. There's a hand written sign telling people to come to the Catholic Church and Mad Sweeney might not give a fuck about Jesus, who he mostly thinks to be a damn idiot, but he has to admit, he'd sooner trust the church's offer over just about anyone else's.
He senses someone coming up beside him before he sees them and he nods at the poster with his chin.
"The fuck d'you make of this?" he asks before he turns to see a petite blonde standing next to him. Roughly the size of Laura fucking Moon. Of course.
