{just your friendly neighbourhood homicidal pervert}

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

[very early morning and he's trotting through the streets of Central, two boxes of chalk in hand and leaving two sticks each of chalk before every inhabited doorstep. and sticking them into Strategic Places such as under benches, keyholes, the space between bricks, and the like.]

Rock-a-bye ba-by on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cra-dle will rock~
When the bough breaks, the cra-dle will fall,
Down will come ba-by, cradle and all...

[and he continues on crooning to himself]

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[sinnerswrath.livejournal.com]

[He's been walking around the city in a bit of a daze after talking to Noah. He doesn't know where he's going. Simply walking. Distraught. He spots the other sin and shrugs.]

Chalk? Why?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

The alchemists will need it.

[blinks, and frowns a little sulkily]

You are alone, this time. Hmmm.

[sinnerswrath.livejournal.com]

For what?

[Blinks as well and looks away]

Sloth isn't supposed to come up here. Father said he hasn't perfected him yet so he has to stay at the undergrou....

[Oi vey. He stops talking and shakes his head.]

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

You really are insane, you know that?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Say it again~!

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

You're insane.

Now would you please stop singing?

[a-different-al.livejournal.com]

Chalk? I haven't had to use chalk in a long time. Thank you though.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Just in case, pretty.

[a-different-al.livejournal.com]

I'll keep it with me.

[no-milkplease.livejournal.com]

Chalk?

Thanks...I guess.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, pretty~

[no-milkplease.livejournal.com]

[She nods, slipping it into a pocket]

What do you think is going to happen?

[stealedsheart.livejournal.com]

Chalk? What'm I gonna use this for?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

*rolls his eyes*

You could throw it at people, sweetie. Or perhaps inflame allergies.

[edward-niisan.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?
...is that chalk?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Helping.

*sets down another pair*

Yes...?

[edward-niisan.livejournal.com]

Helping...?

Do you mean the alchemists? *frowns*

Why, is something going to happen?

[armored-angel.livejournal.com]

Chalk? I don't know what I'd use chalk for, but...

Thank you very much!

-Wingflap, wingflap. Smilesmile-

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

*not looking up*

You have no use for what I have given you and yet you thank me. That makes no sense.

*looks back over shoulder*

*stares*

*starts laughing*

[derstolz.livejournal.com]

...what are you doing?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Helping, dear. Or perhaps warning. I am not sure. Hmm.

[ih8thisdress.livejournal.com]

.......................

...do I even want to know what you're up to?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

And why on earth would you ask me tha - [stops, and grins delightedly at the sight of him]

Oh my. So charming, charming.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*Only noobs need CHALK.*

*You probably drugged the chalk, so I shall keep my distance.*

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

[And you are a paranoid ass, pfft.]

[notices him and sighs dramatically]

Oh, dear. So eager to see me again after your little adventure with chocolate?