eight, nine, ten we all fall down

[Muse]

WHEN YOU WERE STANDING IN THE WAKE OF DEVESTATION
WHEN YOU WERE WAITING ON THE EDGE OF THE UNKNOWN. WITH THE CATYCLYSM RAINING DOWN.
YOUR INSIDES CRYING "SAVE ME NOW." YOU WERE THERE, IMPOSSIBLY ALONE.

this vicious cycle goes around and around.

Well, it looked like the kiddies were finally catching up on her rendezvous. She'd caught wind of some "investigators" in the area, and not the FBI or police kind. Her lips twitched in the slightest of smiles as she spun a simple marble on the pew in the church. She'd been residing here for a while now; Muse liked churches. She wasn't Christian, or very religious in general, but the architecture of such buildings were often grand and fascinating. It was an idiot thing to think, but perhaps she was drawn to them because of the angelic blood pumping through her veins. Ha. No, but it was a funny thing to think about.

Logic says this was a good place to be found, especially for a "victim" of an attack. She was the poor soul that got jumped a few nights ago by a "monster". That same "monster" that had been taking down "people" lately in this cozy area in Indiana. Now, for the surprise: that "monster" happened to be herself, and those "people" happened to be a thing called "demons". Muse had been personally hunting them down and slicing the living shit out of their throats with the angelic blade she possessed. A nice, lovely cut right across the neck and then a hole right through for kicks. Demons weren't really on her "nice" list right now. A poison was slowly killing her because of one--Mammon, that dick.

Muse winced as the wound that'd poisoned her seemed to burn in response. It'd been a nice, small clean cut right between one of her lower ribs. Then he'd sent her here. The purpose of it was unknown, but Muse could only assume it wasn't for the Apocalyptic party going down. Or perhaps it is? He wants me to roast nice and toasty. She snickered at the thought and grabbed the spinning marble before tucking it away in her pocket. She took a moment to admire the church and the designs in its windows; they were honestly beautiful.

She briefly wondered what'd happen if she bashed them all out.

AND IN A BURST OF LIGHT THAT BLINDED EVERY ANGEL AS IF
THE SKY HAD BLOWN THE HEAVENS INTO STARS. YOU FELT THE GRAVITY OF TEMPERED GRACE
FALLING INTO EMPTY SPACE, WITH NO ONE THERE TO CATCH YOU IN THEIR ARMS.

W O R D S * 356 ;;
T H O U G H T S * Woo, fun times! Let's get this rolling.;;
M U S I C *Ignorance-Paramore;;
T A G G E D *Ed/Christian/Semi-open [PM Muse];;

OVER THE E D G E OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS.
STEAL IT, AND HE'LL CUT YOU WITH RUSTY GUMMY WORMS.

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[Christian Whitacre]

It had been some anonymous tip he had dug up from their fans that had started it. At first it looked like just another crazy serial killer getting their jollies off on well, killing people. But since Christian didn't have anything better to do with his time at the moment, he started looking into things and the police reports said something about finding sulfer at the murder scenes. How he managed to get his hands on the poilce reports? Trade secret, man it was good to be smarter then everyone else, especially the five-o. Cops where the biggest non-believers as far as Christian knew and that annoyed him because hellloooo the proof was right there.

Either way that was enough for him to bother the rest of the Ghostfacers over and after getting some kick-back for gas they had packed everything into the Millennium Falcon, yes he named his van the Millennium Falcon, no there was nothing wrong with that damnit, they were off to Indiana. A flat tire and serious traffic had hampered their expedition but somehow they managed to make it into town without Harry humping Maggie in the back again thank sweet God. He was sure Ed was going to kill Harry if they had to spend any more time trapped in the van together.

Man he was happy he didn't have any siblings cause they were nothing but trouble as far as he could tell. Another round of arguments started off when they found that they had missed another murder by two days and the fact that no one really knew where to start looking. Oh yeah that argument really took off and no matter how Christian tried to stop it or drown it out and with little patience left the boy pulled over and jumped out, "You guys just go ahead and keep on arguing I'll be over there," He was sure no one heard him over someone throwing something and with a sigh Chris walked off and into the church he had stopped beside.

Better to just let everyone do whatever it is they were going to do, which was when he noticed someone in there, "Oh sorry, didn't think anyone was in here," He said and was about to walk off when he noticed that for one, it was a chick and a rather hot one at that, and that two, aside from being rather hot she looked like she might be hurt, "Hey, ahhh, are...are you alright?" Damn his inability to talk to women without sounding like a total buffoon. .

Listening to: Saints of Los Angeles - Motley Crue
Word Count: 426
Tag: You guys
Notes: So awkward

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] When the perfectly good argument Ed was having with Harry got ruined by Maggie jumping in (on Harry's side, of course) and then they started looking at one another with those goopy Kirk-and-Yeoman-Rand expressions on their faces that meant they were about to start kissing, Ed decided he'd better leave before he had to use his GMA skills on his best friend. That would be an abuse of power, the deadly art of Ghost Martial Arts was not meant to be turned against mere mortal men. So he stompted off in the direction Christian had gone, figuring to make their newest member listen to another rant about how romance in the workplace caused problems, distracted people when they needed to be focused. That's why he stayed single. Lean, mean, his eye on the ball. You couldn't do that when you were distracted by a chick. He saw the church door opened and figured Christian might be in there, maybe (if he was lucky) getting a little atmospheric footage for their next vlog update. When he stepped inside and saw Christian talking to a chick Ed rolled his eyes. What was with his team constantly putting hos before bros? "Christian, remember how we're supposed to be catching a murderer right now?" He got a little closer and saw the girl and whatever other snarky comments he'd been about to deliver dropped away. "Oh. Crap." A longish pause. "I'll go get the first aid kit."

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: A church somewhere Music: The USS Make Shit Up - Voltaire Notes: Bros before hos, man!

[Muse]

WHEN YOU WERE STANDING IN THE WAKE OF DEVESTATION
WHEN YOU WERE WAITING ON THE EDGE OF THE UNKNOWN. WITH THE CATYCLYSM RAINING DOWN.
YOUR INSIDES CRYING "SAVE ME NOW." YOU WERE THERE, IMPOSSIBLY ALONE.

She'd known he was there before he knew of her presence. Muse tilted her head to the side and gave the boy a smile. "Hello," she said simply to his apology. She wondered if he was one of the people investigating her "case". Muse scooted to the side to allow him room on the pew and patted it. "It's fine...I'm only seeking solace here. Why not have a seat with me? I don't mind the company. Church can be sort of eerie when you're the only one in it." Her lips pursed and she gave him an innocent sort of face. "

Leaning back into the pew her arms rose above her head and stretched back. There were more of them. It was more than she'd expected. Didn't these kind of people usually travel in a more solitary fashion? Then again, maybe these weren't those people. Muse clicked her tongue scoldingly at herself. It was an angel she was looking for more-so than hunters or random civilians. Neither of the latter could help the precarious situation she was in. They'd only be a bother or a plaything for her when she got bored. Though, usually hunters had certain...connections. It'd not come as a surprise to her if one of them knew an angel. In fact, it'd be quite the useful bit of info.

"What's your story? Are you here to pray?" She asked. Her hazel eyes brightened, "or are you here about the recent string of murders? You know, if you plant the murders on a map it makes a sigil? I wonder if I'm the only one who noticed it." Muse frowned, "you know, two days ago I was almost one of those statistics. The thing trying to murder those poor people? It tried to take me, too. No one believes me when I ...well...nevermind." She tried to entice the man about the topic. Muse rubbed her arm and cast him a nervous look. Was he going to take her bait? She felt confident he would.

That's when another one entered. Muse turned to get a good look at him and almost giggled. Where they simply a band of nerds chasing the evils of the world? "No...it's quite alright. I'm fine. These cuts you see are a few days old. I was just telling your...partner?...about those recent murders. It doesn't seem like you two are from around here." She shrugged and internally laughed at the homosexual hint she'd just laid out. Muse hoped this would be fun, because she figured if she were going to die she should have as much fun as possible.

"Oh, by the way, you two can call me Lily. It's nice to meet you."

AND IN A BURST OF LIGHT THAT BLINDED EVERY ANGEL AS IF
THE SKY HAD BLOWN THE HEAVENS INTO STARS. YOU FELT THE GRAVITY OF TEMPERED GRACE
FALLING INTO EMPTY SPACE, WITH NO ONE THERE TO CATCH YOU IN THEIR ARMS.

W O R D S * 450 ;;
T H O U G H T S * Lily pad ~;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
T A G G E D *Ed/Christian/Semi-open [PM Muse];;

OVER THE E D G E OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS.
STEAL IT, AND HE'LL CUT YOU WITH RUSTY GUMMY WORMS.

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[Christian Whitacre]

"Uh...uh yeah sure....yeah," Come on, just get yourself together Christian! Damn it he hated when he started to stutter, walking towards the chick he accidentally whacked his hip off the end of a pew and just barely bit back the yelp of pain. Skidding away from the offending furniture Chris was careful to maneuver past the others, eyes on where he was stepping and off the girl, he didn't want to make a further ass of himself today, as he sat down beside her, "Are you sure you're ahh..all...alright?" Cause she looked like something was paining her and he was worried because he was a good guy like that. White knight and all.

He shook his head and tried not to stare as she moved. Tried and failed pretty badly no doubt, but hey at least he tried, "No, can't say I'm the type to go pray," Sure he knew angels where out there after that mess in Tennessee but it always seemed weird to spill your deepest darkest secrets to the air and hope some creepy stalker type was listening. Religion creeped him out now that he thought of it, "They do?" He hadn't even noticed that but as soon as he got back to the van he was checking it out, whether or not everyone was still arguing in the back. If they were then they were walking to the next town.

"When you what? I'll believe you!" Christian nodded as if to back his words and leaned in what was probably a bit too close, "I'm a really open-minded guy I'll have you know and there's probably not much that you can say that'll shock me these days," He'd been around that proverbial block more then once, and sure things still scared that high pitched scream from him every now and then, she didn't need to know that. In fact he thought he was doing pretty well as far as first impressions went, total white knight status, hell to the yes he had this one in the bag...... And then Ed had to walk in.

His lips were pursed in what was probably the most ridiculous undivided attention look she could ever have gotten, but as far as he knew he looked intrigued, and chicks dig a guy whose intrigued, "H-hey, we work together, it's not like that," Why did people keep hinting at them being gay? Seriously! Like a prime piece like him would go gay for Ed? Just because he did it for that intern that one time did not mean that they were going to make a thing out of it, 'We're investgating the murders," He turned to look at Ed, "Dude, she said she had a run in with the murderer," Chris said quickly, "Its nice to meet you Lily, I'm Christian and this guy is Ed," Holy crap he managed to get through all this without stuttering or letting out that obnoxious laugh! Awesome.

Listening to: Am I Demon - Danzig
Word Count: 513
Tag: You guys
Notes: White knight damnit >8I

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Ed blew out an annoyed breath, very Napoleon Dynamite, at the implication that he and Christian were a couple. It didn't bother him as much as it could have, people had been hinting or outright accusing him and Harry about it since they were in high school and after Corbett any knee-jerk middle class homophobia left had vanished. Mostly Ed was wary of this girl's apparent prejudices and wondered whether she was making fun of them. It happened, the Ghostfacers had a lot of haters both online and off. Ed was vividly and painfully aware that the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory didn't apply only to digital interactions--there were plenty of people in the real world who were only too happy to bring their inner fuckwad out to play when they sensed that there'd be no retaliation for picking on the 'nerds'. Plus? Who sat around in an abandoned church alone two days after being attacked by a serial killer and then struck up conversations with total strangers about that very killer? Ed knew that Christian had great faith in his powers of seduction, but it seemed a little too good to be true. So he felt and sounded a little dubious as he said, "Ed Zeddmore, Ghostfacer." He didn't say anything else, letting Christian handle this while he decided whether he was suspicious or not.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: A church somewhere Music: The USS Make Shit Up - Voltaire Notes: Little bit short, I'm really fried tonight. Sorry, next one will be better, I promise.

[Muse]

WHEN YOU WERE STANDING IN THE WAKE OF DEVASTATION
WHEN YOU WERE WAITING ON THE EDGE OF THE UNKNOWN. WITH THE CATACLYSM RAINING DOWN.
YOUR INSIDES CRYING "SAVE ME NOW." YOU WERE THERE, IMPOSSIBLY ALONE.

"You're not one to pray? Well, I wasn't like that either until 2 days ago." Muse shrugged, "you could say I was in a hopeless situation, and after the attack I needed something to do. So I began to come to this church, because it makes me feel safer. Bad things can't get into holy ground, right?" She smiled and rubbed her side absentmindedly. "I'm fine, really. I'm just still sore from my run-in is all." Damn that poison. Damn it to the coldest pit in Hell, which would be hanging out with Lucifer at that point. The guy must've lived inside a Popsicle.

Muse twirled her bangs on a finger and sighed. She threw Christian a dubious look. "Would you really believe me? No one really believes the girl on the street, but I did manage to swipe a map and plant the murders." She removed the small map of the town from her pocket and showed him where she'd marked the killings. "See? It makes a sigil of some kind, perhaps angelic? I wouldn't know why, but it just caught my eye." She would be considered a clever girl if she hadn't done the killing pattern on purpose. If she hadn't been the killer. What did they know? If anything, Muse expected them to be excited or impressed. They seemed like the sort.

A thoughtful look crossed her face. "Look...whatever that thing is killing these people...I don't think it's human." She blushed and looked to the ground shyly, "that's why no one believes me. I swear that it looked human, but it wasn't. It was fast, and much stronger. I also think it might've had telekenisis. I know that's crazy, but that's what I think."

AND IN A BURST OF LIGHT THAT BLINDED EVERY ANGEL AS IF
THE SKY HAD BLOWN THE HEAVENS INTO STARS. YOU FELT THE GRAVITY OF TEMPERED GRACE
FALLING INTO EMPTY SPACE, WITH NO ONE THERE TO CATCH YOU IN THEIR ARMS.

W O R D S * Some number... ;;
T H O U G H T S * Sorry about the wait @-@;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
T A G G E D *Ed/Christian/Semi-open [PM Muse];;

OVER THE E D G E OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS.
STEAL IT, AND HE'LL CUT YOU WITH RUSTY GUMMY WORMS.

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[Christian Whitacre]

"Nah, parents weren't big on organized religion," Granted his parents where mildly insane as far as Chris was concerned, his father prayed at the alter of Captain Kirk and his mother......well mom was something else depending on what her mood was, she had these sort of phases. It was more then enough to make the boy confused enough about organized religion that he settled on just having his own thought and ideas on the matter, and prayer just didn't seem like the thing for him, "Well that's perfectly understandable, after being faced with some sort of traumatic event most people tend to turn to a higher power for feelings of safety," And there was that nerd IQ going strong, damn him and his need to read everything, including psychiatrist pamphlets, "Are you sure? I mean really it's ok, we could take you to the hospital or something, my van is right out front,"

He was nodding, probably a little too over enthusiastically. Alright definitely too overenthusiastic, "I'm positive I'd believe you, I have definitely seen so crazy stuff over the years, hell I bet you wouldn't believe me," Most people did not, even when confronted with the evidence, damn cynics stuck in their critical and cynical ways never wanting to believe what was right in front of them, "Holy crap no way!" Christian couldn't help but take the map from her, looking it this way and that. He was sure he had seen something like that in a book somewhere, "What the hell is that word.....eunuch? Enochui, Enochian! Yeah, Ed lookit this!"

Words where all crammed together quickly as he spoke, nearly shoving the map at the other man's face to get his opinion on it. Sure Christian was positive that his expert opinion had it right on the money, but someone elses two cents didn't hurt. He whipped around when she started talking to her, nearly falling off the pew from the sudden movement. Damn G Forces working against him, he swore that's what it was, "Fast, strong, telekinesis? Lily I think you ran up against a demon!" And she managed to survive, awesome, "It's not crazy, oh man what did it look like exactly? were Ghostfacers, we can take care of this," Hell to the yes, a job, save the girl, when you saved the girl you got the girl right? Christian was too gung-ho to play the knight in AC/DC tee shirt to stop and evaluate what was actually a very fishy situation. How did the chick now anything about sigils? Who cared!

Listening to: Duces - The 69 Eyes
Word Count: 447
Tag: You guys
Notes:Typical nerd boy

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Ed used his Droid (he'd traded in his iPhone on one the minute the HTC had come out. I mean, come on. It was a droid. It was like somebody read his mind and made a cell phone.) and snapped a picture of the map she was holding up, then drew lines connecting the points with his stylus, then set the design into TinEye to see what matches he could pull up. Meanwhile he let Christian fawn over the chick, both because he still had some serious reservations about this girl and because he really didn't want to hear about it later when Christian threw a hissy fit about trying to 'move in on his action' or whatever it was he thought was the reason he never got anywhere with women. She was right, Ed discovered after a few web searches. It was an Enochian sigil. How she'd spotted that from disconnected dots on a map he didn't know, he'd seen the same dots and hdn't connected it. Not that he was saying she was smarter than him, hell no. Just...well. Maybe it was suspicious. After all, how could some random girl catch it when a trained Ghostfacer missed the connection entirely? It just didn't add up.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: A church somewhere Music: The USS Make Shit Up - Voltaire Notes: Not jealous! Cautious...

[Muse]

WHEN YOU WERE STANDING IN THE WAKE OF DEVASTATION
WHEN YOU WERE WAITING ON THE EDGE OF THE UNKNOWN. WITH THE CATACLYSM RAINING DOWN.
YOUR INSIDES CRYING "SAVE ME NOW." YOU WERE THERE, IMPOSSIBLY ALONE.

"A demon?"

Muse gave him an incredulous look. Demons weren't supposed to be real to humans. It was depressing they were real in the first place. Demons...not on her nice list right now. Nope. If only she could find one particular demon in this -verse and give him a nice, roasting sort of death. Her life would feel mildly completed. Now, back to these two muttonheads. She had one wrapped around her fingers, but the other was a doubter. She hated doubters. They were such trouble to her fun. They just doubted and doubted and...well...doubted. It might've been because he had some sort of complex. Obviously, only they can be intelligent about supernatural things because they "knew they existed." Ha. There were plenty of people who were unaware, yet extremely talented at picking these things out. Muse decided she'd work more on Christian instead. He was soaking her up.

"Demons don't exist...do they?" She asked in a fearful tone. "What would a demon want with me? What've I done? Also, why would a demon make this pattern? Are you going to tell me angels exist next?"

Normal people wouldn't take this well. So she didn't. The thing to balance from calling them crazy was she was an "attack vitcim" of something definitely supernatural. Her brows furrowed at the term. Ghostfacers. "U-um...well, like I said...it looked human...but once its eyes turned white. What's a Ghostfacer? Is it some secret branch of the authorities?"

Nah, just a bunch of geeks running around wanting to be heros. Though, Muse didn't have a problem with geeks. Some of them were pretty cute, actually. She admired it, almost, that they wanted to be like Hunters and save people. Almost...but Muse's admiration didn't mean she'd not mess with their heads till the sun goes down.

AND IN A BURST OF LIGHT THAT BLINDED EVERY ANGEL AS IF
THE SKY HAD BLOWN THE HEAVENS INTO STARS. YOU FELT THE GRAVITY OF TEMPERED GRACE
FALLING INTO EMPTY SPACE, WITH NO ONE THERE TO CATCH YOU IN THEIR ARMS.

W O R D S * Over 250 ;;
T H O U G H T S * MUST CATCH UP ON THINGS ;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
T A G G E D *Ed/Christian/Semi-open [PM Muse];;

OVER THE E D G E OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS.
STEAL IT, AND HE'LL CUT YOU WITH RUSTY GUMMY WORMS.

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[Christian Whitacre]

Christian had a rather solemn look on his face, nodding as he broke the news to her. Yep demon, wish they weren't actually real cause they were serious pains in the asses to screw with, but they were, "Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but yeah, they're real," He sighed a little and watched as Ed took a picture of the pattern she had held up, "Don't know, maybe you just ran into something that you weren't supposed to? It's happened to us before," Yeah he still had a nightmare or two about what happened in Tennessee, not that he would actually go ahead and tell anyone that.

He blanched a bit, nodding his head at her next question, yeah she meant it to be something of a rhetorical question, "Well they kind of....sort of are actually," Christian said with that awkward laugh of his, thinking back to the angels he had met in Parkers Crossroads, "But they aren't the fluffy winged, cloud sitting and song singing kind," Nope, more rough around the edges and rather serious, "Kind of....cranky really," He said in a whisper, leaning in and looking around like he expected one of them to come bursting on in.

Which he sort of did, lore said angels were always watching them right? Creepy, the probably saw every time he'd ever touched himself, he hadn't done that since, it was actually making him twitchier then normal, "Holy shit, white eyes?" Yep that got him twitching, he was sputtering to say something to Ed, not that he actually knew what it was he was trying to say. Eventually he gave up though and looked back at the question about the Ghostfacers, cheeks starting to burn a little red at his awkward stuttering, only making things worse.

"Not exactly, we aren't with the government, they don't know what they're dealing with ninety nine percent of the time," He puffed his chest out a little, trying to maintain whatever pride and dignity he thought he had left, "Anyway, we should really get you out of here and to a hospital, at least to the van so we can look you over.....your wounds t-that is," Oh yeah, smooth, say something borderline harassing and then stutter when you try to cover the mess up. Jesus what he wouldn't give to not stutter when he was talking to a girl!

Listening to: Duces - The 69 Eyes
Word Count: 421
Tag: You guys
Notes:Typical nerd boy

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Ed had been semi tuning the other two out while he worked out the sigil thing on his phone, widening the search to see if there were any supporting symbols in the surrounding map and so on. But at the mention of white-eyed demons his head shot up. "We need to call Eve." Eve Amherst was the only hunter Ed trusted, and besides, she was palling around with angels these days and after Parkers Crossroads Ed didn't mess around with white-eyed demons. Even he knew his limits and though the Ghostfacers would fight bravely to trap and exorcise a black-eye (not that they ever had, but should the opportunity arise they would be valiant), yellow-eyes and white-eyes were totally out of their league. He nodded to the chick, much more definite all of a sudden. "Let's get you to the hospital. And then we'll take care of the white-eyed....thing." Well, actually they'd call Eve and tattle about it and then pretend that they were a part of the solution, but that counted too, right? At any rate, like hell was he standing around in a ruined deconsecrated church with some chick who'd already caught a demon's eye while Christian tried and failed to mack on her.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: A church somewhere Music: The USS Make Shit Up - Voltaire Notes: Even Ed has a little sense.