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Psychoclown
Chalk Dust
Joined: 29 Jan 2009
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Thu Feb 12, 2009 12:27 am
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The large Cadillac eased up to the drive. The driver looked over the run down homestead he had just pulled up to. Home sweet, home. Armand Galloud sat still for a moment, soaking in his new surroundings. New Orleans this was not.
He glanced around the neighborhood. The rest of the block was just as rundown and weary as his new home. He preferred these sorts of neighborhoods. People were more likely to mind their own fucking business. More tolerant of strange quirks. He also knew the houses on each side of his new home were unoccupied. Normally it would've taken forever to find such a perfect location, but this one was found easily. The spirits provided for those who answered their call. He smiled at this thought.
He grabbed the guitar case that had been sitting in the front seat next to him and headed for the door. He had his guitar, his knives, his clothes, and a few other special items. All the essentials were covered. He'd spend the rest of the night getting to know his new home. Tomorrow night he'd go out. Tomorrow he'd begin his mission. The spirits had to be pleased.
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Armand Galloud - Striking Looks 2 (Muscular and Handsome), BP 3, Presence 2
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