Sis... talk t'me. You've been too quiet.

It's fuckin' selfish t'want them back, but I don't fuckin' care.

Worst fuckin' birthday ever. Thanks, fucktards.

... I--

Don't really feel like celebratin' anymore... Both o'them... just... gone

...I'll put their stuff someplace safe.

Birthday in four days...

Never though' I'd actually get t'have a birthday here, but... meh.

Tch, why no' bring me back after two years? Then I could go out an' get fuckin' hammered. Legally.

Th'fuck did Peter go?

...ah, shit.

Me an' Sis're fine, but... fuck.

Forgot how fuckin' brutal this place can be.

((bold = rj, italics = sister &hearts))

.:the recording begins with giggling. A lot of giggling:.

OH MY GOD!! THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!

Yeah! Why the fuck did we no' think of this before?!

.:more laughter and giggle-snorting:.

Hey! Hey, guys! We'll totally draw more later, okay?!

An' we're takin' requests~!

.:the recording continues as they walk away to hide from angry, brain broke'd housemates and eventually times out:.

For now, my room is... well, it's a fuckin' mess, but...

Thanks, Sister. Why the fuck did I miss you folk?

Back t'scrubbin' HitlerAnimal porn off the fuckin' walls...

No. Not. Fuckin'. Happenin'.

Wha' the fuck is goin' on here?! This- I mean- fuck!!

This place isn't real!! It- shit!!

...I get mowed down by another fuckin' car?

...Ash... Sister? Anyone...?

.:ooc: rj's back, one year older from when she left purg. if anyone needs to know a little of what happened when she left, it's on her profile. basically- she thinks purg was a big trippy dream caused by being in a coma. enjoy ♥:.

'Nother newb in the house. I'm no' gonna even bother learnin' all your fuckin' names...

Tch. Bored.

Kona, you've been too kinda quiet recently. How're things? If you're still fuckin' here tha' is...

...Matt? Buffy? You two get out too?

Buffy. Fuckin' hell...

.:RJ's now in the house with Matt and Buffy. Fun times~ ♥:.

Bored. Y'can only draw on the walls so much before it gets fuckin' dull.

Kona, you wanna head out t' the woods or somethin'?

An' stop leavin' bits o'Puma all over the fuckin house, folks or I'll burn it, sell it, wha' the fuck ever. Keep them in JD's room.

...my hair is blue.

...

I actually wouldn't care if it wasn't for the fuckin' glitter an' shit.

...no way does tha' fuckin' breast massage thing actually work. Most guys would just say it t' get thier hands on your tits. We call these types big, fuckin' pervey bastards.

Wha' is it wi' folk an' boobs anyway? Walkin' aroun' wi' a pair size of fuckin' beach balls doesn't sound tha' great t' me.

...it's taken me this fuckin' long t' clean up all tha' fuckin' paper.

Thanks, Sister. Retarded lil'slut... Least the bed's back though.

Ash... status report? Tha' tattoo is fuckin' nasty.

Sister-

You give me back my fuckin' bed or I'll drag you outside, cut y'open, take out all your organs then I'll fuckin' murderer you. Maybe beat you to death wi' tha' thick skull o' yours.... Don't want t' die again, righ'?

And clean up all the other fuckin' shit in my room too.

Well. It's sure been... fuckin'... busy, eh?

Mhm.

...anyone wanna play Monopoly? I forgot I asked for it...

...

Dearest person who hurt Ash...

Prepare t' fuckin' die. Horribly.

Hey, what's with the fuckin'... 'watchin'-people-while-they-piss' thing the Bastards in the Sky got goin' on now?

Not funny.

...hey, it's Friday the thirteenth soon, righ'? Yes~~~

A' home, me n' Dad watch the Most Haunted special they go' on. I'm still waitin' for one o' the fucktards t' die...

The rain's gettin' old now. And so's the thunder an' shit, sadly...

Meh. Switch our genders aroun' again or somethin'. I'm fuckin' bored.