#modmimi

I’m back in business guys hehehehe

            ( HE DOESN’T CARE THAT IT’S 3AM, HE HAS TO CALL HER. Phone collected from his bedside table, he clicks on Mimi’s familiar number and lets it dial. If she doesn’t pick up, then damn it, he’s calling again. )

                     “Mimi,”                                      “Mimi,”                                   “Mimi,”              “Mimi,”                                              “--Mimi.”                                               “Mimi...”

            ( He hesitates. I need you. He hesitates again. I don’t want to be alone right now. And again. I need you to stop me from doing something stupid. )

           ( THIS ISN’T HOW HE IMAGINED HE’D BE SPENDING HIS EVENING. Trawling through the streets with nine or so children in tow… it must be an awfully odd sight to any bystanders, especially as they regularly see the man without said children. How is he supposed to explain himself? Perhaps it’s best that he doesn’t. )

           ( The process had been completed on a complete whim, a moral crusade of sorts. No more planning had gone into it than a silent pang of rage and a torrent of judicial service as he’d marched over there, fully intent on stopping the ‘business’ that night. How he’d succeeded… he’ll never know. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the slimy bastards had several factions with several poor children subjected to the same horrors these were… )

           ( As he unlocks his door, ushers the frightened children inside, he catches the glare of the last one in and shudders. She’s little, but she looks fierce, and that much strikes a chord in him for it reminds him of how he was when he was young. Hands on his hips, looking at the room now full of shaking children, rain still clinging to their clothes. )

              “AAAll right… uh…”

           ( He pauses, before pointing to the stairs. How the hell is he going to fit all of these kids safely in his house? He did not think this through… that’s what PLANS were for. You break the rules of the planning process, you suffer the consequences. These children are the consequences. )

send me “alt!” and i’ll introduce you to a character i’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

“ ey now what’s a PRETTY girl like you doing     out on the streets by herself ? looks like you     need a FINE gentleman to escort you home,     miss. say … come to think of it, those are     some fancy threads you’re sporting … you     FROM around here ? ”