Thank you and death complete.

Fey was thrown back against the tunnel wall.

Fey was gonna be remembered as a hero.

Fey wasn't dead.

Fey wasn't thinking no more though. If you could call the last week and a bit thinking at all. Maybe some would.

Fey hoped.

Cause Kitty was a murderer who was totally gonna go to jail like all ...

Aaaaaaaaah

Ah

Aah and thank you so so much for playing today and proving the ENTIRE fucking thing, Miss Kitty. Oh no, please don't let the Irish girl call herself a mick you might go and OFFEND her what, murders? What murders?

And oh how Fey felt like doubling over and laughing but her gut was ...

Well Kitty's logic sure all made sense.

"What've I been doing. It's funny! It's like funny cause when all you fucks go round killing each other I've been doing FUCK ALL cause I'm protesting it see? Two weeks on this place and doing fuck all. I fell on my ass though and like stabbed myself."

Fey ...

Fey fuckin' hated wine.

Now granted she'd only had it twice.

Including now.

"heheheheh ur a frucken lightweight hehehehehe,"

It was funny because Kitty was fucking smashed. Not Fey though. You kidding? Fey could handle her vino. Even if it sucked. She wanted whiskey. Now that was a proper Irish ...

Apologies, will get death done shortly but will likely need another day or so to complete it.

It was Kitty.

Oh yeah.

Oooo, wow, big killer on the loose. All over those announcements. She'd killed anywhere between six and twenty-five people that Fey couldn't name.

Gave whoever the fuck had ran off five days ago from wherever she'd been a run for their money.

Gave Letitia a slap on her fat ...

"What the fuck dude!"

And Fey was driven back against the wall of the tunnel by a light that felt like some banshee screaming full-force in her face. She dropped her bag and thrust her hands over her eyes, one more time those dukes glittered faintly in the light. Then she lowered them, blinking ...

(Fey Zelenka-Morrison continued from The Last of the Irish Rover)

That Fey Zelanka-Morrison was dying was no surprise.

Her face was blanched and grey and chafed. Her lips were scabbed twice over. The biggest blister was just above her eye. Felt like a big piece of bubble wrap stick there. Fluid ...

Death plan is taken, thanks for all those who volunteered!

Anyone wants to get a kill on some crazy gal, hit me up via PM. Want to murder messily? Want a tragic misunderstanding? Got some ideas in your head you've always wanted to try out? I'm sure I can make it work. Just no "I kill you in self-defence" ideas please.

When she woke up she had no clue where she was.

Then she realized that it didn't matter.

Fey squirmed restlessly on the ground, burrowing into her coat a bit more. She licked her lips. Didn't do a goddamn thing. Her lips felt like fucking wax or something.

Fuckin' face as a whole felt funny ...

(Fey Zelenka-Morrison continued from Molly and Danny)

'Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft

She was on her way home and she could remember where that was. Though it wasn't home but you never really had a home on the island. You were all cursed you were all a fluttering through your ...

(Fey Zelenka-Morrison continue from Run to the Hills)

The housing was the last and best refuge of them all.

Was where she'd retreated from the cold, now she was in the corner, now she was fine.

She'd had a tipple of water she'd scrounged from whoever, she'd even had some of those blocky bars but ...

She was fine.

SHE WAS GONNA BE FINE FUCKASS.

Don't use ass in your insults anymore, Fey.

And as she pulled her tattered jeans back up, she swayed. No, that was fine. She reached down and grabbed her gloves, a few pieces of glass missing what with them having been in her fucking ass, and she could ...