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[03 Mar 2009|05:27pm] |
They must have opened the doors at St. Mungos and let the bat shit sorts out for a weekend pass or something. I seem to be bumping into more and more of them lately. The folks related to the Lorcan D'Eath lead are a bunch of nasty vampire lover types who all have to be something of a cracked lot to begin with. And then I keep bumping into the mentally challenged and/or the mentally touched folks up and down the street.
I swear to Jesus I think I've had to tell more people wanting money to fuck off in the last two days than I usually do in an entire month. And being in London that's saying something.
I can tell this weeks going to be a pain in the ass already. I'm thinking I need to change leads and go on holiday. Someone tell father time to make it quick, will ya?
D. Creevey
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[31 Jan 2009|11:52am] |
It's that time of year again when I have to find a new project and...well...nothings all that exciting at the moment. To track an arsonist or to uncover Warbeck's murderer? Decisions, decisions. Both seem a bit more dangerous than they're really worth.
I mean, honestly, who really cares about some pyromaniac with a political agenda setting flames to little places here and there? And murderers are so...overdone, aren't they? Though, revealing the true cause of Warbeck's death would get some headlines, don't you think? Some historical moments, perhaps. Perhaps, I'll just leave those to the go getters and continue the work on destroying shedding light on a role model in our midsts...
End of inner monologue.
D. Creevey
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