Chapter 34. Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?

[thebestseller]

[The writing is shaky, as though the writer were slightly inebriated, but still recognizable as Rick's.]

Don't mean to add onto everything else, but Nikki's gone.

As in disappeared.

[A clear drop appears on the page. Hmm.

Any characters who come to see Rick in person on the evening/night of the 17th will find him completely shit out of his head drunk and inclined to either not talk or mumble.]

Comments

[stonyfaced.livejournal.com]

Damn. I'm sorry. She was a good woman.

[action]

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure what to say, so his pen just rests here for a moment] For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

[live_ringer]

Damn it. I'm sorry to hear that, Rick.

[treeleopardess]

I'm sorry, Rick. We'll miss her.

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[brazo-izquierda.livejournal.com]

[ unnecessary-to-state pause goes here. He does not know who she is to him, and hasn't exchanged more than a few words with her, but that doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. ]

Let me know if you need anything.

[blindedmewith.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[ice_echani]

[stab with a pen.]