this didn't go as well as Eastwood's escape

[longlived]

A back alley in London. Body parts fall to the streets. Two hands. The forearms. Feet, legs, a hollowed torso in several pieces, internal organs. A human head. Each of the parts is light enough that a falcon could conceivably transport it from one place to another in its claws, and the blood is all clinging. Altogether, these parts would make a full human being--short one eye.

Huey has only done this once before, so it takes some time before his body reassembles. Like cells of an organism, like a well-coordinated swarm of ants, his flesh and bones and organs pull themselves back together, joints locking in and blood flowing once more. He is now as whole in body as he was that day he was made immortal, minus an eye and a ponytail. Huey Laforet looks around him, and in a calm, quiet voice, calls for his youngest daughter.

"Leeza? ...Hilton?"

But there is no answer, and the streets beyond don't sound like 1930s Chicago. Nor did this place seem to have any connection to Alcatraz. So. Something didn't go to plan. (Again.)

"Ah."

But at least he has the clothes he had asked the Poet to fetch. He may as well dress and go looking for answers. He places a hand over his empty eye socket and wishes Renee the best.

[blah blah spam or prose, I don't care which, apologies for his lack of social, you know the drill]

(no subject)

[alethiological]

Will would never complain about overworking - even going so far as to claim clocking hundred-plus hour weeks is not working enough - but he'll admit being tired makes it harder to focus on the mental list of things to do. Except he's not tired. No. Claiming he's tired means Lion wins. So... distracted? Stressed. Stressed works better. Stressed means losing focus and ranting about things in your head that don't matter is a thing that occurs.

Secretaries sent out for the day. Garry's upstairs and hopefully he'll stay that way. Small blackboard, check, remove all papers and marks written on it showing the names and locations of targets, check, hide all other evidence of that one job that involves killing people other than the fact you're still dead tir--stressed, check, remain in office for questioning just in case anyone shows up even though Lion will probably get all bitchy about it, check. Probably other things he's forgetting but whatever.

And this is all only for something as dumb as being an answer book for Lion so she doesn't go to Izaya or Anyone Almost As Bad But Not Quite As Bad As Izaya, and he knows she'd just sigh and shake her head at him for being neurotic over something so stupid, but what does she know. Probably enough to be right. Or wrong. He votes wrong. He's not overworked.

This is flawless logic. Even when one is completely distracted by the entire chain of thought above to notice anyone entering. Nothing incriminating here.