#selfishjesus

[lady-lajoya]

+selfishjesus

Oh, marvelous, another one.

What do want?

[fierytheangelsfell]

Hazel arrived at Project Mayhem in his broken Volkswagen Beetle.

He had come back to Rainyday to find the Residents had rebuilt it after the explosion. There was so much joy and love that had hit him like a truck when he had seen it.

It still bore the scars from the blow, but it still was missing its doors and windows. It still made that horrible clunking noise and wheezed and clicked when it slowed.

Instead of guilt; guilt for being holed up drunk in a shack while they worked on his car, it was joy he felt. He had been right, Rainyday was still alive, and still loving.

The engine clunked over loudly when the car stopped, and Hazel followed by a few Residents pulled out bags that were still hot, smelling of meat and spices.

He banged loudly at the door.

[fierytheangelsfell]

are you there, heart?

[fierytheangelsfell]

Tyler, i am sending you coordinates to a shack. i would like you to send someone to watch it.

if anything resembling the color white nears, i would like the wrath of god brought down on them.

[partywithagascan]

“He’s like a puppy… that can beat the shit out of you.”

Tyler Durden on Weapon, Selfishjesus

[partywithagascan]

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yea im creepin Tyler's page can't help it, Fight Club was on last night

[partywithagascan]

"Why is any Six afraid of a Seven?" He said, as if it were obvious. "Because Sevens ate Nines." He let out a snort of a laugh. He was almost completely sure Roy was wrong about the alcohol at this point. That was by far the stupidest thing he had ever said and he knew it, but he still thought it was funny.

Ridley, Paltrylives

[fierytheangelsfell]

Hazel arrived at Project Mayhem without warning, his old car that ran on gas and a prayer hunkered to a halt, running a sign over. He didn't seem to care.

The door groaned like an old man on his last legs as it worked its tough hinges, and Hazel didn't bother shutting it, or knocking at the Projects door. He just let himself in.

Angelface as always was up and ready to protest, but the words stuck in his throat. Hazels usual smile and amusing aura was dead gone. There was nothing of emotion in his face, but blackness in brown eyes. If Ridley had broken his face when he'd shown up upset, Hazel would leave the white eyebrows hovering over holes.

Hazel just stood as the door swung shut behind him, his head tipping like a windup toy looking for who he wanted.

"I need things." He said finally, and flatly. A tone that said there would be no discussion.