The Mean Streets of Fandom [Late Sunday night]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was pissed. And wet. And bruised.

And plotting a way to buy Fandom Island and ship all of the Winchesters to Outer Mongolia via FedEx.

After he bought himself new shoes.

And possibly divorced his cheating wife.

His jaw muscles quivered just a little at that thought.

Nope. There was no way his night could get any worse.

[OOC: For the one who is going to make his life worse.]

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[demons-death.livejournal.com]

There was a figure standing nearby in the shadows. As Anakin passed, he called out, "Skywalker!" and stepped into the light.

[sith_happened]

"Again?" Anakin glared towards the voice. "You're that anxious to get your ass kicked some more?"

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John pointed his gun at Anakin. "That diamond mine you're so fond of? Did you know it's cursed?" And he fired.

[sith_happened]

Now I do, Anakin thought to himself before everything went black.

DUN DUN DUN.