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J R starts to wade out into the center of the hall. The corpse remains lying face-up back in the corner. The bugs divide their swarm between the corpse and J R. A beetle crawls from his upper lip to the corner of his left eye and wants to drink from the eye but knows better, is disciplined. The...

He’s an Ice Man, J R. Polar white all over, but monster-trapper eyes dark as tar. He grins and his mouth has too many teeth in it. He blinks and his eyes don’t have any lashes. They look all wrong. He’s hairless, bald as marble. His skin looks mined from out some lunar quarry. He’s at home here...

He might. By the way do you happen to have some IM service or skype?

Hark is an adept fighter, would it be possible to include him in one of those as well?

Can't say I have! But I'll look her up. On good days I like to consider Thomas Pynchon and Cormac McCarthy to be parents of my style.

J R looks down at the baby Darex doll fallen in the slime, into its plasticky eyes for a quick nostalgia of some earlier and stupider time that the doll captures almost as if it actually pendulums between the worlds of real and doll, Geppetto-Ashley. Every time young Darex says somethin stupid...

Erebus is peaceful in its attic of space, seems to hang, like a haunted chandelier. Then comes a ship, white and isosceles, cheap, a lil’ punk ship just out of hyperspace and runs into the Big Bertha Charon station like a slapstick dart. Two droids, stealth’d up, popping out of the underbelly...

Sith Crusader Ashley Summers, username Hark.

Hrm I think I will go to retrieve the casket.

Damn totally realized Visitor messages and PMs are different.

J R’s pencilhead skates across the page of his ledger, copying copying, transcribing ghost image and the texture of real bone to paper in uncanny portraiture, plucking adjectives for them at hummingbird speed to cram into captions ‘neath the rough pictures. J R’s eyelids go on hiatus from...

Maybe so maybe so. Gimme summore specifics. Also sorry for not replying. I'll reply in a couple hours. I really have no concept of how the Sith Order works on this site, both internally and in the context of the larger RP. Got any quick handy summaries up your sleeve?

The dead man is wrapped ankle to forehead in tarp. Pale naked feet hang like white funeral fruits out one end and brown hairs tuft out the other. Tight black cords keep the tarp on, keep it from blowing off and away on a wind. He’s dead but he has character. He’s slung on J R’s broad back...

Welp, post closed I guess.

J R: a selfsketch - He was a tall man, seven-feet+, arctic-white, and hairless as an infant. No brows, lashes, hair, leg-scruff or arm-scruff. Smooth as the truth, this J R, and strong. Strapped to his back like a knapsack was a body wrapped in gray tarp, naked feet not yet decomposing hung out...