-Frowns- Don't remember.
-Listens-
-Also listens-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-John spares a glance at the gun on the floor-
...
-Goes out the door, heading for Noel's house-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It looks the same as the last time he saw it, sans the thrashing teenager and the creepy man and the syringe-
-Dr. Hobo is nowher to be found-
-Describes her in vague terms because the person in charge of that has not mentioned it yet-
...If we're going to kill him, I want to do it.
-Is staring out the window expectantly-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Frowns-
Tocuhdown killed her.
I don't know how many of you knew her. Personally, at least. But that's that. Rest in peace.
I hate to admit it, but he was right. We're a bunch of idiots who can't get along. It's been like this since as long as I can remember. But now. We're in some deep shit. Deep, deep motherfucking shit. If we can't make nice, we'll all end up like Tessa, or Shitfuck Mc Hobodoctor. Either dead or crazy. You think we can do better? Here's my two cents:
We need a number one.
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?I don't know. I think it all falls under which category she falls under. There's A) the people who got neck deep involved with all this shit... except Max for whatever reason, and B) the teachers. The teachers are acting like nothing happened, but we don't know what her thoughts are.
She could either be of help to figuring this whole shit out, or another head to toss in the brainstorm.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-Doc catches up with them-
Oi! Hold up!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Okay, first order of business. I'm sure I don't have to tell you all to stay the hell away from Touchdown.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI