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HOW'S MY FAKING DRIVING?

How do you think Oz is being played?  Too much cheer, not enough insincerity?  Not enough teasing?  Not enough flirting?  I'd love crit; that, and everything else OOC goes here.  Flames will be laughed at and then used to toast marshmallows.

Anon is on, IP logging off, ( Read more... )

[Steps outside his door and oh fuck wow, tons of people]

EHH?

[A moment for him to get his bearings-- jeez, it's like a regular city here-- and then he grins]

Waah, how exciting.  This is a pretty nostalgic feeling, isn't it?

[ooc: fourth wall fuck to the yeahhh.  Do what you want, you guys, I'll be a little slow, but still. |D]

[Video turns on with a thump!  And all you can see is... green plaid.  It's not a very interesting sight. :|

Well, after a few minutes, the view shifts, resolving itself into a pair of pants with a skinny leg attached, and... oh.  It's Oz, slowly pulling himself up on his elbows and rubbing at his temples.  His uncle is a partyboy and gave him too ( Read more... )

Haa... Ahahaha... [Heavy breaths, and the laughter seems to come from a long way off.  It's not a sane sound.  The madness of the illegal Contractor seems to have finally caught up with Oz.  In his head, he's been dumped back into the Abyss-- this time with no hope of finding his way out.]  Again, huh?

Again, and again, but I guess... there won't be ( Read more... )

[Concerned shota is worried for his friends-- and most of the rest of the city.]

Hey, is everyone alright?  That sound... it wasn't from someone in the city, was--

[Oz's eyes widen, breath hitching, and he nearly topples off the stool with a low gasp of pain, catching himself on the wall just in time.  He hasn't felt anything like this in ages, not ( Read more... )

"To chances where our lots were cast
Together in the days behind
I might say, but I hear a wind
Of memory murmuring the past."

[In the background, there's the sound of a page turning, and the smile in his voice is very nearly audible.]  Ah, what a nostalgic thought.  Memories are funny things, aren't they?

Precious, too.

[Poem is a piece of Alfred ( Read more... )

[There's whistling wind and the tops of buildings-- guess who's on the roof of Marshall?  The communicator is facing away, toward the horizon, the far-off hills, and the distant, setting sun, all vivid pinks and oranges beneath the mass of clouds.  In the background, there's the sound of a  music box, playing in tinkling little notes.

As the last of ( Read more... )

[There's banging, and in the background, a wet sloshing sound before the communicator is picked up with a splash, fumbled by fingers gone numb.  Shuddering breaths, and Oz is panting with the effort of trying to get out, his whole body wracked with shivers.  The water in his apartment is past his ankles and leaking down the walls from burst pipes ( Read more... )

[HAVE A NICE CLOSEUP OF THE SIDE OF A CAN.  In the not-so distance, there is a metallic 'clunk', and the communicator gets shunted a little to the side, so you now have a view of Oz's boot dangling over the edge of the counter.]

I knew I had some left!

[There's the sound of rummaging, another 'clunk', followed by a CRASH and-- ]

Uwaaaah!

[For the sake ( Read more... )

[People looking on the network can be greeted with the sight of this:


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