deadlyjuliet: (You are such a boring bitch)
[For those in the plaza, they may see Grell lounging on the edge of the clothing shop roof. She's just sitting, filing her nails and giving herself a manicure, watching people down below, but since Grell can't come into town without ruining someone's day, she pops the journal open to do just that.]

It seems the dead and nearly dead are coming back, hm? I say this every draft, so I do hate to sound like a broken record, but it also seems that none of you have quite figured out the trick of not getting yourselves killed out there.

Honestly, I've never seen a village so small so terrible at simply not dying. Just because you get a lovely free pass back from the afterlife doesn't mean you should abuse your privilege.

Do you have any idea how much paperwork I have to do now? It's awful.
deadlyjuliet: (So not according to plan)

For those in the town square this fine day )


...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.
deadlyjuliet: (And you're saying...?)

That was one event I wouldn't have minded should it have remained a little longer. The rest of you were quite literally mad, but I for one rather enjoyed it.

Ah well.

Now for business. I'm opening that beauty parlour. Who wants in?


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