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[01 May 2012|02:54pm] |
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
So ah...in the interest of takin' bets, y'know, since we had that whole thing set up and then Raban and Wilkes happened, and then shite happened, I still want my money gonna be tallyin' up what I gots for meself in terms of hits on the Order, and if any of you still want in just lemme know and I'll tally up your scores.
If anythin', this can show that we hittin' them hard, even if it doesn't feel that way now. We're gonna win this. From now 'till the end of this war we will be tallyin' up their losses and our gains. Also let's talk 'bout how many g's we're bettin' each.
This is from the last battle. Gimme scores. No lyin'.
( ORDER MEMBER DEATH COUNT TALLY )
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| 012. |
[27 Apr 2012|04:36pm] |
WARDED TO AMYCUS
One in custody, another one dead. Wossat now in terms of the dead/imprisoned count, six? Seven if we count ickle baby Black? Now Wilkes, the little prick. He was such a jittery lil worm. I wanna know what happened. Maybe he was tougher than he looked. Gotta be, if they killed him in "self-defense". Who was it with him, Lady Longbottom and one of them Ketteridges? We already want Longbottom's blonde head on a silver platter, but Ketteridge...gotta figure out Ocscar will react. Ketteridge. Hah. Their name is all over the fuckin' place, what with one of them posting 'bout a Muggle Charity, the other one postin' about some Purple Hats meal pokin' fun at the Purist Society ladies, and now this.
Shit, tho'. Wilkes is dead.
Issit what we signed up for, big bro? A death sentence. We ain't gettin' no gala invites, you and I. We ain't respected, but I guess we are good enuff to fight. To be some sort o' pawns, y'know? Death pawns.
Fuck. Dark Lord's gonna be mad. He's gonna be real mad. And I ain't gonna lie, I'm still hurtin' from his last Cruciatus Curse.
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
Awaitin' orders. I'm assumin' someone already alerted our Lord. We be havin' a meetin' tonight?
Think it's time for some more bloodshed on behalf of our recent tragedies? I hope so. Oh, I hope so.
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[22 Apr 2012|06:34pm] |
WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.
I'm so tired of readin' you all WHINGE at each other. "WAAAH. We've had losses." "WAAAAH. Our losses are worse than your losses." "WAAAH. The Death Eaters and Order are both baddies." "WAAAH. The Death Eaters are worse." "WAAAAH. The Order is worse."
Just shut THE FUCK UP. Everyone's holier-than-thou repetitive speeches can suck my figurative cock. Writin' about it in the journals ain't gonna make shite better. No one agrees, which is why there's a bloody fuckin' WAR GOING ON.
To the Mudbloods who want change: Get the hell to the front line, then. Fight for it. Show all of Great Britain what your stolen magic can do. I'm tired of hearin' YOU PEOPLE whinge the most.
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| 010. |
[04 Apr 2012|03:41pm] |
WARDED TO DUNGFACE
OY. Where do you get off?!
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[03 Apr 2012|08:49pm] |
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS (after the meeting tonight)
In preparation for the 11th, we gonna place bets. I dunno why we never done this before, but I think it'll be fun if we start.
( ORDER MEMBER DEATH COUNT TALLY )
Everyone's welcome to put their name in. First one to get to 100 points wins. You get 5 points for every Order injury, and 20 points for every Order DEATH. This game is startin' NOW and endin' when someone gets to 100 -- whenever that may be. ALSO, previous POINTS don't fuckin' count. I ain't goin' back and thinkin' 'bout how many fuckers you lot have injured and killed. Naw, everyone's got a clean slate.
If you wanna place bets on the winner, gimme the money. Oi, don't lookit me like that! I ain't gonna STEAL it. I'm puttin' it in this cursed jar that I own, and every BIT o' gold will be there for the winner. I swear on Amycus' life, OKAY?
Who's in boys? (And LADY?)
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[25 Mar 2012|08:10pm] |
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
I'm bored again. Can't we just kill Bagnold? How abouts roundin' up all the traitors and pickin' 'em off one by one?
I ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER. We must abide by His timing, and yadi yadi yah. I get it. Doesn't stop me from bein' any less bored tho'.
People say "I'm sorry" when other people die or get hurt. S'funny to me, it's like -- why the fuck are you sorry? It ain't your specific fault, yanno. Only one who should be apologizin' here for anyone's death or injury is the Minister. That You-Know-Who guy told her bad shite was gonna happen if she didn't step down. It's not like he's a joker. He's totally one to say "JUST KIDDING! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" Yeah. Right.
Only thing that proved was that You-Know-Who has a buncha Inferi at his disposal (some of whom might even be your dead mum, dad, sister, brother, friend, or pet dog) aaaand the Minister of Magic is only lookin' out for her own ass.
Wonder sometimes. Just gotta wonder.
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| 007. |
[21 Feb 2012|07:00pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE
I love bein' able to do what I do best. Am' said some of the Death Eaters were impressed with my work. Hah, my work. It ain't work, it's fun playtime. I think they lookit me still and think "She ain't got it in her" and then I say "Oh yeah? Ya think so? Fuckin' watch me."
I can perform better than half those men there. My stomach ain't gettin' queasy anytime soon. And yeah I know mine and Amycus' BLOOD leaves somethin' to be desired, but we're makin' up for it. We're sorry 'bout it. We can't do nothin' 'bout it 'sides just workin' hard to clear our names.
I don't like how some of 'em talk to me. Like I'm a piece o' trash, it feels like. Like I ain't got worth. If it ain't my blood, it's the fact that I'm not some female priss attendin' Purple Hats meetings. Shit, I have better things to do with my fuckin' time than shovel down some tea and crumpets and talk about who's getting married to who. Like I care about being ugly unfeminine. Confuse me for a man, like I give a rat's ass. I know I ain't a man, and I know cause I ain't a man, I can do jobs better than most men. The Dark Lord's gotta see my purpose. He's gotta know I'm useful.
I can't stand them Muggles, and Mudbloods piss me off even more. Wish we didn't have to let some of 'em live. Wish I coulda just killed Crocky when I had the chance, but she's gotta nice little tattoo to remind her of just what she is:
Filth.
Amycus and I, we gonna work our way up. We gonna be respectful society peoples, regardless of all the shite we've been through. One day, we gonna buy the Leaky and kick Tom out on his ass. HA HA! Or make him sleep with the house elves. Yeah, YOU LIKE THAT, TOM? Some substitute father you were, ya fuckin' asswipe.
For now, I dunno how Amycus and I are gonna make rent this month. No one's buyin' as much on the Black Market these days. They're all a bunch of scared lil' pussies. Gotta make due. Just gotta make due.
Real shame those attacks had to happen on the WWN and the Prophet. Bagnold's pissin' everyone off. Gotta hear the talks of people in Knockturn. They ain't pleased with the way she's headin' things.
Them whispers are gettin' louder every day.
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| 006. |
[14 Feb 2012|05:57pm] |
Got a good gift for Valentine's Day for all of you stupid LOVEBIRDIES OUT THERE.
( Wave Your Wands )
Name yer price.
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| 005. |
[09 Feb 2012|11:30pm] |
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
Our Lord has such a sexy voice.
Watch 'em all scream now.
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[08 Feb 2012|07:46pm] |
These journals are so much FUN. Let's all get our knickers in a twist over school shite. Sensitivity Trainin' is working out real well for you Ministry buggers. I feel the SENSITIVITY from here. It's like a big FART waftin' in my direction.
I kinda wonder how much money the Ministry has spent on that program. Prolly as much as they do on Mudblood support groups, but we all still don't care.
HA HA HA.
WARDED TO FIONA ROOKWOOD
Hey pretty lady.
Guess what.
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[02 Feb 2012|01:01pm] |
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
So there are these posters all over Diagon Alley supportin' the Order of the Peewee FREAKS.
Awaitin' orders.
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[29 Jan 2012|11:21pm] |
So wait. Are we ALL safe now? Because last I checked, I've been in a few bad scuffles meself and no Order of the bloody Phoenix swooped down and saved me from getting my arse kicked.
Or do they only pick n' choose who's worthy or not? Pretty sure that's how it goes in this world. People who claim to be 'good' are just as prejudiced as the people who ain't.
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
Only heard about half of that transmission. Stupid fuckin' wireless kept goin' in and out. Amycus and I needa new one.
Any ideas on the voice?
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[27 Jan 2012|10:38am] |
I hate this nonsense being spewed in the journals. It's like people think we actually care what you hafta say. I don't care about yer cupcakes. I don't care about yer dogs. I don't care about yer arts and crafts. I don't care about yer pretty little wife, or yer children, or yer hubby who you love so much. Yer life ain't that interesting, so SHUT YER GOBS.
WARDED TO KNOCKTURN ALLEY FREQUENTERS
Have some new things to sell, mates. Cheap price too, MUCH cheaper than you would get from Borgin & Burkes, I'm tellin' yeh now.
Biting silver snuffbox filled with Wartcap Powder
A staring glass eye
Poisonous candles
Human fingernails, and fingers (if yeh ask nicely)
Long coil of hangman's rope
An ancient set of sapphire robes that have a mind of their own (must travel back to my flat for these, can't carry 'em with)
And for those who are looking fer some NICE LITTLE JEWELS that I do so often provide:
A diamond earring -- cursed beyond belief. Not even kidding, mates, this thing will kill whoever is stupid enough to put it in their ear.
An emerald necklace. Moderately dark.
A bracelet made of human bones. I want it for meself, but it's gotta go.
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
Anything I can provide specifically? I'm constantly lookin' for the best quality things that would please our Lord. I'll find anything He needs, I swear I will. And anything you lot need as well, just tell me. I can give it to you fer free. Well...er...maybe half-price.
OY, LAY OFF. A witch has got to make a livin', yeh know?
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