One of us (the Bad Cop):
I'm a girl, who lives in NYC. I like to write songs and poems. Happy?
Oh, you want more? Well.
Name: It has three syllables. Mull on that. For purposes here, Cass is fine.
Age: Eleventy two. And a half.
Place of Residence: See above bit.
Height: Tall enough
Weight: I'm not anorexic nor am I fat
Hair: Sadly not black and purple. Um. Yet
Eyes: I can see. Although I'm probably slowly killing that by way of the computer
Other: I am sarcastic and political, I know lots of Shakespeare quotes. Look out the window, the moon's sick and pale with grief. (... that thou, her maiden, art already more fair than she. Romeo and Juliet. -May)
Unfortunately, Cass has been banned indefinitely from the computer. Hopefully she will be back soon.
-May
The other (the Good Cop):
Name: Gorgeous, much-loved, difficult to spell and not your business. Call me May.
Age: Alas, I am not excessively chronologically endowed like my colleague, but I am centuries old in cynicism, which makes up for quite a lot. ;)
Place of Residence: Yours truly is a damned Brit, currently domiciled in the city of London.
Height: All trees are felled at ground level; that is to say, I'm short.
Weight: At this point, one wonders why you want to know.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Hazel, and beware the basilisk stare. :p
Other: I, too, know lots of Shakespeare quotes, and remember a variety of miscellaneous facts because they'll come in useful one day. I am a wordy kind of person, often flippant and sarcastic. I balance out my depressive (Maudlin: foolishly or mawkishly sentimental because of drunkenness. I think your words are confuzzled. I cannot legally drink, nor am I hugely sentimental -Cass) (I perhaps should say depressive? Duly noted. -May) (Don't you love dictionary.com? -Cass)friend up there. That's why I'm the good cop, although there are those who'd disagree. I play the oboe, insist on respect for the English language and enjoy my languages. I am Rainstorm Amaya Arianrhod (mea culpa!), author of Golden Girl, Cassandra, and The Meaning of Life and Other Metaphysical Things, and whatever it was I probably didn't do it. (Then why do you blame everything on me? I don't enjoy that fish tank very much... -Cass) (Oh yes? I don't blame everything on you. Some things I blame on Kall and Aly. -May)(You don't blame stuff on Aly. Kall only once. You know, all those schemes are formed by several people... throw Tiff in too)
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