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Hidan App (Part 4)
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First Person
This is fucking bullshit. They expect me to wear fucking makeup. I'm not doing any of that pussy-ass bullshit. So I've got some fucking scars- at least that shows I'm not a goddamn pussy prettyboy.

And this fucking journal bullshit is goddamn lame. I don't give a shit what you other fuckers do- the only thing I give a shit about is doing my fucking job and Jashin. And if any of you fucking heathens got shit to say about it, say it to my fucking face.

We don't even get to do anything fucking fun. The actresses are always fucking bitching about shit that I do. And I'm just like, well, if you don't have a few marks to show for it, you're not really having a good fucking time. Fucking cunts, always bitching about bullshit that I do. They can fucking suck it. And they they want me to do some faggot-ass bullshit because everyone's always fucking bitching. I don't give a shit. They can fucking suck it, man.

I'm tired of doing this fucking bullshit. I'm going to work at Angel's Hell- where people won't fucking bitch at me all the goddamn time. Fucking pussies. At least they come looking for me there.

And the coffee here is fucking bullshit. Who's the goddamn pussy making this shit? I could make better coffee if I put my goddamn dick in a cup and pissed in it.

Third Person
He yawned and stretched, scratching his stomach. His necklace was warm again his chest, and he let out a small groan as he sat up. It was still early, and he peeled the sheet off of his skin. The A/C was broken in this fucking place. Still, for $30 a night, it wasn't bad, and the nights got cool enough that he didn't care. He stood, rolling his shoulders, and yawned again. The small clock on the nightstand blinked out 6:27, and he stepped for the bathroom, the cool air of the room over his bare skin making him shiver. The bathroom was small, and a roach skittered away when he flicked on the light. He pissed, and then checked his reflection in the mirror. The bruises were fading nicely- light blemishes on his neck and chest from a woman a few nights ago. He was always a fast healer, so it didn't surprise him.

He walked back into the room, slipping on his underwear and jeans and stretching again. He sat on the floor, cross-legged, and rested his hands on his knees. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his lips began to move in the prayers he was taught in the cult.

"Jashin bless me, I am yours."

He took a deep breath again, and this time he rolled his head back, eyes still closed. His mouth moved, but no words came out, and he rocked softly.