I Like Thinking

11:16pm: Post Twenty-Two
Whoever came up with having to have three turkeys, all of different flavors, was absolutely insane.

In the end though, seeing family was...nicer than I expected. Note to self, fake contacts melt on impact. Good to keep that in mind.

Natalie, babe, since we're spending so much time together that we've got the gossip woman aroused, how about another meeting?

( Private to CORE )

12:32pm: Post Twenty-One
You know how well you are known when they name a drink after you.

A Yellow Eyed Cooler.

...

I need to watch this one again. And again. And again.

12:17am: Post Twenty
Oh Halloween. Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, so that I may show them the light (or darkness if you prefer) and lets make a deal.

I happen to like that show, actually. Could make better deals without the money, though.

( Private to CORE department heads and leader(s) )

8:56pm: Post Nineteen
Biding your time is all well and good, but I can't continue to play solitaire on my computer while I wait.

6:27pm: Post Eighteen
Seems Sammy has been reincarnated again. You excited yet, Ruby darling? Or are you just going to hide it all behind that slutty exterior?

Angel, to answer that question you posed a few days ago: Yes. But it sure can be a lot of fun.

And to all those reincarnates that have a pretty good evil in them: If you're afraid of death, DO something about it.

In other news, Crossroads is doing very well, and its latest showing of artwork was one of the best in its short history right now. Was definitely a good deal in getting that place.

Anyone able to tell me how little Tanya is doing? Poor girl, her sister dies but she gets her brother back. Life is just so unfair.

9:10pm: Post Seventeen
Hm. Lets not do that again. And by that, I mean being sick.

I hope my lovely little family is okay. Little is true. Tell me, have you got little Adam stuffed away somewhere yet? Mary, Mary, quite contrary, did you think that I wouldn't find out?

Just as well, September 28th, we're showing a new artist at Crossroads. We could definitely use some new blood around here, and we're always ready to show new talent, and to let new talent be shown. Trust me, you'll definitely get a good deal if you show up to support these new artists.

( Private to Angel )

2:59pm: Post Sixteen
You've got to be kidding me. Spilling blood is fine by me, but this is ridiculous. I'm going to go lie down.

1:35am: Post Fifteen
This is-- Really, really should listen next time. This headache is verging on the side of migraines. I'm talking about multiple migraines all around my head like some freaking crown of thorns.

Heh. The irony does not escape either of us.

Angel, dear, I'm going to have to reschedule our meeting. I wouldn't want to get you sick as well. Personally, I don't think I'll be coming out of my apartment for a few days.

To those out there, don't take this as an invitation to come here and try to injure me. Just because I'm sick at the moment, doesn't mean that we will not be extremely pissed off if you come to visit.

If you have art business, email me. None art business, save it for later.

3:44pm: Post Fourteen
Such a tragedy about that girl who had Sammy in her head. Poor thing. Of course, Lilith was always too tough with whoever she was riding at the moment, and those around her. Makes sense that she's gone as well.

Truly a pity. I was hoping for another nice meal again.

But no more Sammy. So how are the rest of you little Winchesters and associates doing? Almost forgot about poor little Tanya. Wonder who's taking care of her. I should probably send someone along to see how she's doing. Wouldn't want another death on your hands, right, Dean? John? Mary?

Let me know when you want to talk. I'm always ready to lend you some of my time.

Local newspapers hold bigger stories than they know. But not too many know what omens look like anyway. But that's fine, I've met some very nice and interesting people lately. It's all been a good deal.

10:14pm: Post Thirteen
Something important to me has been taken. Now, if the individuals responsible for this would please step forward and tell me where he is, then I won't be upset.

Do I need to ask more nicely, or will this suffice?

9:42pm: Post Twelve
I'm here in Tokyo, checking out a bunch of artists. I didn't think I'd be here this long, but...there's a lot more stuff involved than I thought.

Damn though, I can't make heads or tails of the money and shit, when all I want is a goddamn pack of cigarettes.

( Azazel's Notes and Musings )

9:43pm: Post Eleven
I've been busy lately, so I haven't had time to update. I got the money from Alex, and I...didn't want to use it. It didn't seem fair. He dies, and I get a check, and that's supposed to make everything better? Fuck that. But he wanted me to use it. He wanted me to open up a gallery, like he talked about with me, and...fuck, he should have been here to see it.

The gallery is almost finished. Everything is perfect, the floors are shined, the sign is up. Its called "Crossroads". The gallery, I mean. Azazel actually suggested it, thought it was kinda neat, especially since its on the corner of a crossroads.

So, place is ready but empty. I gotta start filling it with paintings now. I already have about seven artists from New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Long Island, and Pennsylvania, but I definitely need some more. Plus, this place is gonna be a fusion of American and Asian art. I'm planning a trip to Japan this weekend, I've talked with some people over there and I already have a few potential artists.

Don't ask me what's going on in the world outside of my apartment and the gallery. I've stopped reading the paper except the local 'Voice', but that's mostly art stuff. Ever since that...I just stopped. Nothing good in the papers anyway.

If anyone needs to talk to me, you'll have to wait until I get back from Tokyo.

8:43pm: Post Ten
I always knew he had it in him. Ricky boy here thinks this is some kind of sick joke, but damn, do I love a bloodbath. And so we can all let the real fun begin.

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I want to play, oh yes I do.

3:20pm: Post Nine
So, lover boy is dead, and since my buddy here has retreated from his own mind, guess who's in charge now? Okay, so yes, I may have pushed him away for a bit, but he needs a time out. Good kid.

Yes, yes, I know, its sad and blah blah blah. Anyway, things to do, people to meet, and guns to keep safe and sound.

7:41pm: Post Eight
You think things are going fine, and then bad news hits you like a ton of bricks. I mean, sure life hasn't been going great. There's always these receipts, some for things I don't remember buying. And still, even when I know that he's been playing some sort of game without me knowing... I wasn't expecting this.

He says he knows of some way to cure Alex. I just don't know if I should trust him or not.

I don't know if I have a choice.

( Notes )

I have no new pictures, I'm sorry.

9:33am: Post Seven
I've been so busy lately that writing down what I have been doing would probably just be a waste of space. Its starting to get a little crazy. I mean, I have to take a new route to get to classes, because if I get to close to a church, it stings.

That also means no more of those big ass NYC pretzels with all the salt. What is a pretzel without salt!?

I'm always worried about Ale-- Things are going exactly as planned. Daddy Winchester is here, and I am going to enjoy this. Take my time again.

There's no rush. Just the thrill and excitement of getting under their skin, literally and metaphorically.

Time to have some fun-- So, yeah, I'm a little worried about him, but I plan to visit soon, so...hopefully its not too bad.



Painting starts soon. I need to go by some new oils. That means more work at the bar, and hey, that'll be fun. Anyone wanna come and give me generous tips?

10:06pm: Post Six
I haven't been able to find a moment to myself. I've been worried to fall asleep, because my...what do I call him? The roommate in my head?

He's not be so nice lately. I don't think he ever has.

I keep seeing this image everywhere. Maybe its just the insomnia, but...

6:02pm: Post Five
So, I haven't been on lately, but not having enough money to pay for the internet bill will do that to a guy. The roommate was out visiting family in Pennsylvania, so I didn't get his money to help pay for the bill. Now that he's back, things are a little bit better.

Unfortunately the roommate has decided to finally move in with his girlfriend, and now that he's FINALLY decided this, that makes me without a roommate. And there is no way I can keep this place by myself, and I'd really hate to move.

SO, anyone living in New York City, or wanting to move to New York City, and they need or want a roommate or some place to stay? Give me a call at 212-394-9962, or leave a message here. Female or male, doesn't make a difference!

( Sketch )

( Loosely locked by Azazel )

9:19pm: Post Four
Today was a rough day. In class, the teacher wasn't there. Instead, she leaves this big note on the whiteboard that just says "HANDS". I mean, really, hands. So, the assignment is hands, just hands. Long nailed, chewed off nails, baby hands, old and wrinkled hands, flawless hands...

Just hands. This might just be the easiest assignment ever. My sketchbook is almost half full.

And not to say the least, a few people have been asking me "What do you mean about yellow eyes? How can you see with those? Must be false contacts or something?"

My friends, this is so not a joke: ( Yeah, don't show the kids... )

I smashed a chair in anger through a window today. With my mind. Things are getting a little out of control. Alex, how are you?

4:01pm: Post Three
I had a great time while Alice was here, watching Supernatural and I got to see who the guy in my head is! And apparently the word 'evil' just doesn't cut it.

But, having Alice here was a real delight! I even gave myself some time to draw her while she was here, once I started to get bored of all the really weird episodes. Or, well, Azazel got bored of certain episodes. He has a bit of an attention problem I think.

Alice, you like?



Alex, you ready for tonight? Heh.

Though the problem is, I'm starting to be able to move furniture with my mind. I just think of moving the couch, and without even really noticing it, there it is, moved. Not far away, maybe only a few inches, but its a start, right?

[ooc: Picture not mine]

6:18pm: Post Two
Turning a photograph into a painting is always so much easier. But damn, did I ever like this one, this fountain was beautiful. Glad I got to snap a picture of it while I was making a...visit.



So, something I heard a bit ago, that "ruin is the first step of revision". Thoughts anyone? Anyone agree, disagree, not care one way or the other? Or who does not care, just so long as they get to keep on doing what they want?

It's a beautiful thing when you pause to think about it.

The nightmares are getting worse, and I can't go anywhere without people freaking out about how yellow my eyes are. But its the nightmares...the memories...Hellfire and Brimstone don't even begin to cover it.

9:26pm: Post One
I keep seeing them in my dreams. I can't stop painting them, my room is covered with paintings of all different sizes, of all different people, all different styles of painting. There is just one thing that I can't seem to get out of my head, and they're staring me down even as I write this out on this journal system.

Yellow eyes is all I see.



I feel like I'm going crazy with memories of someone else who acts and feels the furthest thing then I do. Like a split personality match made in heaven, that's what its like.

Name's Richard. You can all call me Rick, and I guess the guy in my head is Azazel. I'm guessing, unless my mind is totally making up a new best friend for me a la Fight Club, that he's a character somewhere. Time ti wiki the hell out of the name.

Anyway, nice to meet you all. I'm based in New York City, so if you're close, give me a call. We can compare notes. Or something.

{ooc: Not my painting.}