Sleeping Through Our Memories
12.1.05
Ah, another day another dollar. Got my check cashed and bought some new clothes, put some of it away for one of those rainy days. Also went down to th armory and got Faucheur to pull some maintenance on my Browning HP and my Desert Eagle. Got in this huge tiff a few weeks back and somehow the barrel of the Eagle got bent a little. No clue HOW, so much SHIT was going on. It wasn't too bad, but shots from a distance weren't doing so hot when it came to accuracy. And I have to take good care of my babies. *cuddles them* *accidentally shoots self* x.X
In any case, Rann ran some maintenance on me. Sounds kinda dirty when I put it that way. In any case, he put me on these pills that he says I have to take twice a week and should keep me stable. He's only tested 'em on Cerberus so far, though, so I have to come in for the first few monthes to check for any side effects. I was actually quite surprised how well everyone took me back, considering I just sorta ran out on them (again). But Vin says its cool because I'm good at what I do and he needs me around. He's probably just saying that to get his way, but it doesn't change the fact that its still nice to hear.
All in all, it was still a pretty boring day. Vincent sent me to take out some drug lord who was looking to make some big doe, break into the information dealing instead of drug dealing by selling some info he'd gotten from a leak. Took awhile to actually FIND the prick, but it wasn't hard at all to get the leaks name out of him. ^oo^ Idiots, the lot of them. Finished him, reported the leaks identity to Vin, and another simple mission complete. I suppose the stupid idiot who decided to TRY to stab Worlds End in the back is down in the holding cells being tortured. Fucker damn well deserves it.
And now, it looks like I might actually be able to have a good warm bed for awhile, so long as these bastards don't decide to try any new experiments on me. *keeps an eye out*.
11.30.05
*sigh* Well, I had to do it eventually. I went back to Worlds End...Stupid, cocky, arrogant sonavabitch, Vinnie and his snide comments. "Knew you'de come back." Bastard. Its not like I really have a choice. I can only go so long before I need some more treatments, they tore me up so many times I can't stay stable.
Its strange though, as much as I hate it. As much as I hate Worlds End, and Vincent, all of it, I kinda...missed the place. Strange...I actually missed the hell hole, and some of the hellions that live there. Even Vincent, as much as he annoyed me, I actually missed him. I have to admit, he kicks alot of ass. I had the "honor" of going on a few missions with him, or rather....he came in and saved my ass. He's not someone you want to mess with...AND! He gave me my goddamn paycheck, which is well needed. Not only that but him, Rann, and myself, we all went out to eat at this ritzy French bistro, Vin's treat. x3 They had some AWESOME filet mignon, and the wine was the best. All in all it cost him over a hundred damn bucks, but of course, Vincent, thats just pocket change.
Well anyway, when we left it had started snowing, and me, having JUST gotten my check (but, still uncashed, so it was pretty much worthless at the time anyway), and Vincent decided to try and resemble something like a gentleman and give me his coat. I just kinda stared at him and was like "What are you being so nice for?" he just said I was his employee, and that he wanted to take care of me.
I literally doubled over laughing. Rann had to help me stand up straight I was laughing so hard. Never in my entire life did he treat me with any sort of care, and when he did..well, I suppose it was probably just a big act. I took the coat though. I have my pride, but I wasn't gonna freeze my ass off for it when I didn't have to. When you've lived the kind of life I've lived, you accept what you get. I won't accept pity, don't get me wrong, but eh, I'm not gonna bother trying to explain myself. He told me to keep the coat. I kinda debated it for awhile, I could have went out and bought my own, after all, but its one DAMN nice coat. Vin said it costed about a thousand bucks. Nice soft comfy black trench coat, comes to my ankles with double buttons or whatever they're called. The sleeves come a few inches past my fingertips, but its warm and snug and I love it. It smells a bit like him though, and there are some scraps of paper in the pockets. Nothing important. A few pieces of gum, his favorite kind, Winterfresh, some reciepts for some rather expensive shit, a silver cigarette case in the inside pocket. I know he doesn't smoke so I wonder why he carries the things around...Of course, theres only one in it, and a twenty. He won't miss it. I was surprised it wasn't a hundred.
Of course, we stayed out all night the three of us. Bar hopping and the like. None of us are real big drinkers, but it was actually quite fun. We went to a couple bars that had karaoke and I got to see both Rann AND Vincent up there on stage...Rann was just fucking HILARIOUS, but Vincent was surprisingly good. Well, I guess it shouldn't be a surprise. He's good at everything, right? In any case, after all the bars closed, we just wandered around Slithe for awhile, got in a couple meaningless fights. Vincent said it was nice to get in a street fight after so long. Per usual, he kicked ass. Rann missed most of the fight cuz he was puking up all the shit he downed. Never figured him to be the sort that couldn't hold their liquor.
So, me with a couple cuts and bruises, Rann sick as a dog, and Vincent peppy and unscathed, we decided to head back to HQ. It was about the time I was stepping in the private elevator I realized they'de roped me in a-fucking-gain. So here I am, at Worlds End HQ, happy little member of the tree-hugger murdering legion once more. Saw that damn Inferno bitch, looks like Vincent hung her out to dry a loooong time ago. I'm not sure just what the hell hes got planned, but I'm not gonna find out running away. Maybe I'll actually stick around this time and see how it goes...
In some twisted way, I really do feel like I'm home again. Rann's passed out on the couch, Vincent's reading a book in his bed, and here I am, at the computer. Just like old times. It'll be nice to curl up in that godly bed again...those big fluffy pillows and thick blankets...You'de think I'd have some sort of culture shock, sleeping in alleyways with paper and cardboard wrapped around me one night and in the CEO of one of the most powerful companies bedroom the next. Life's a funny thing.
