Deacon Frost

09:18 pm: _ksu_ || Deacon Frost
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04:07 pm: All this commotion about people being taken, held against their will, and tortured. Mortals fail to surprise me to this day, with all their gasping and surprised nature. Of course this happens, and you know what, it'll happen tomorrow. The next day. Then even the next. People are killed and or tortured daily. Hell, the bloody U.S. military does it regularly. But of course, when they do it, people tend to say. "Well, that's for National Security."

What the fuck ever.

Darwin's theory. The strongest, and most fit will survive. Nothing can stop it. Just the simple way, the world works. It's a bitch, get the fuck over it.

[Morag]

Love, I'm working late tonight. Wait up for me?

09:07 pm: [Blocked: Good guys, and humans]

I hate you, mortals.
Humans. You disgusting cattle.

09:44 am: [Private: Readable by vampires]

I don't understand these fucking mortals. Not a single bit.
I need a fucking drink...

03:46 am: I haven't celebrated Easter in years. Though of course, I'm not sure my religious views to this date, though I know about the whole, "And he rose on the third day" shit. I get that. Surprisingly.

[Private]

About an hour ago, I was in a church. I don't know the last time, I stepped into a church. People thinking crosses do shit to us. It was weird. I sat in the front row, and just sat there for almost an hour. I couldn't help but think of my past. How I became a vampire. My run in Chicago. Running into Blade, and my fight with him. Becoming La Magra. Which I can't still tap into. I've been trying, but fucking nothing. How am I to rule the vampires if I can't tap my godhood. This is fucking ridiculous. Fuck. This.

I need to get some of the old vampire transcripts.

I'm almost done with the formula for the sun block. Again.

[/Private]

[Private: Vampires, and Morag]

I need a fucking Familiar. Someone to my work during the day. I can't stand this unreliable shit going on. These mortals...are sickening. Just walking cattle, waiting for us to pick them off. My club is almost pulled to the forefront. I have the blood bank set up for you vampires, and something extra. The main level, is made for mortals and vampires to mix together. There is a VIP are, you could say, that leads into a basement area. A blood bar.

I'm hoping the club is up and running with in the month.

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[Morag]

What is my Blood Goddess up to this evening? Tomorrow evening? I was thinking, we can do something...exciting.

[/Morag]

09:10 pm: Mm. Last night was very...productive.

02:34 am: I hate this fucking city.
Do not close my building permit on a technicality. I will remodel that place, and build my club.

Of course, I have to bring something up to code. Thank god for people who want to be vampires.

Things should be up and running soon. I need to get a familiar an assistant.

03:04 am: Fuck this week.

11:24 pm: ( I must be retarded for doing this. )

02:00 am: Happy New Year, Bitches.

03:14 am: Hm. This is a college town.
Which means, college kids.

I'm tired of doing nothing. I'm going to get back to work.
I'm going to build a club I think.

Just a name...
That is probably the hardest part.

( Vampires )

10:21 pm: Alright.

Another night in Kansas. I stole this laptop to see what the hell.

Who can explain this. How do you wake up in a different city, and it be 10 years later than when you remember dying falling asleep? On top of that, moving here from Chicago. This makes strictly zero, fucking sense.

I hope Blade isn't here.

Guess I'm starting over.
This is fucking frustrating.

[Filtered to Vampires]

Brothers and Sisters of the night? Where are you?
Your new boss is here.

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