☆☆ hey all. It's been a bit, and I think anyone that remembers me deserves an update as to where I've been on my recovery as of late.

So, where have I been? Have I disappeared to the shadows where I've sat low, waiting for it all to blow over and for everyone to forget about my degenerate actions?

"Oh, shut yer trap! You're just mad that I won't do yours."

"Yes, I do my own fucking makeup. Makes me feel AND look good."

looking around the TL to make sure nobody is watching him.

Using a knife to fix his eyeliner.

He's one heavy bitch. Bleeding all over Jax's arms and chest.. his breathing was minimal, and rugged.

"..hh.."

No noise. No movement, no breathing..

His heart was faintly beating, at the least. But he wasn't conscious.. and the massive puddle of blood beneath him was no good sign either.

".."

he's bleeding out on the floor. still hasn't woken up.