Galaga
Green Mayo: hm.. i’ll call you.. Galaga, cause you’re out of this world
–Gallagher a.k.a. Galaga
Joke
As a vampiress who has made mistakes related to clan and family loyalties, I have learned that the dual dedications to clan and family are sacred. I am deeply saddened by those who would use either as a medium for a prank.
There is no way to learn who one’s true friends are from manipulating and lying. All you learn is how to manipulate and lie–and who supports said manipulations and lies.
Who’s the fool now? I hope you had your fun, but the joke is on you now.
–Gallagher
Flattered
She was flattered. Her stance was illogical by some standards, certainly. But she couldn’t help but be flattered by their derogatory remarks towards her. The fact that she elicited such strong, incisive statements satisfied her beyond comprehension. Of course, she would not confront them with the true effects of their attempted insults. Invariably they would claim they didn’t care, although that was obviously a lie, because, after all, she was their cause for comment.
–Gallagher
And so Hell has frozen over…
For more than a week, she felt no need to involve herself in the goings-on of everynight unlife. RavenBlack City and its incessant drama-mongering, frankly, had strained her beyond her means. Seldom did she stray beyond the walls of The Corridor of The Ferrymen. In her self-imposed exile, she kept to herself, and few others, including her siress and her…whatever-he-was. Yet, some had come to her with idle gossip about him, which made her resolution waver for a moment, wondering if he was, indeed, hers and hers alone. The rumors he categorically denied, and her intuition was that his words, though exhibiting desperation and exasperation, were genuine. She had to take her mind off of the jealous wretches attempting to wrench her darling from her for themselves. So she ventured out into the city, to her apartment. Noticing straight away the latest edition of the Blood City Independent News flung haphazardly on a stack of newspapers on her coffee table, she picked up the typeset pages and read. For the first time in that span of time, she perused the headlines. Her brow furrowed and her jaw slackened, completely confounded. Moving to the sofa, she grabbed her remote control and turned on the television, and the Vampire News Network confirmed what she thought and what she had been reassured were unfounded and asinine stories. And then she came to a conclusion. Yes, hell has frozen over.
–Gallagher
