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.:11:.
[Lockon's leaning against the wall in his apartment, looking none too happy. He's failed to find Allelujah anywhere, which only means one thing.]
...not anywhere, you stupid...
[Frustrated, he punches the wall--of course, thanks to the event, he's a lot stronger than usual and his fist goes right through. He grumbles a little, retracting his hand ( Read more... ) -
.:10:.
[Thank you, Russia ( Read more... ) -
.:09:.
Lesson of the day: Some people need to take Subtlety 101. And learn discretion. And maybe take an art class or two.
[Siiiiiiiiiigh. Damnit, Halle.]
'least New Year's wasn't so bad? -
.:08:.
[Lockon's sitting in his living room, crosslegged on the floor, staring at his new puppy Haro. Who is sitting down in front of him. Staring back.
They have identical expressions as seen in the icon.]
I need to train you. No pouncing when your owner is busy.
[Haro barks.]
...you're not going to listen, are you?
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.:07:.
[Lockon is hanging around, wearing...a santa hat. Yeah. Hey, 'tis the season.]
It's that time of the year again.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
[[ooc: He doesn't know too many people here, so...getting gifts will be Alle, Roxas, Osaka, and Braig (gotta impress the mama-in-law?). As for what...you'll see. Aka I haven't figured it all out yet.]] -
.:06:.
[Lockon is sitting at a bed---Allelujah's, since the younger Meister dragged his comafied ass over there after the Skeith encounter. He's holding his forehead with one hand, groaning.]
Christ. My head hurts. How long was I...
[A pause, and muttering, too low to really hear most of.]
You never learn, do you, Neil? Damnit. You'd think that after ( Read more... ) -
.:05:.
[Lockon can be seen in his kitchen, a cookbook in one hand, a large spoon in the other. He's standing at the stove, peering into a pot.]
Jeez, this shouldn't be that hard. It's soup. Soup, Lockon, you can manage soup, even if you're not using potatoes or any of the usual ingredients. Right. Chicken. Chicken is simple enough. [He looks back and ( Read more... ) -
.:04:.
[Lockon is sitting next to his bed, looking...well, mostly drained. The anger's since passed, and now he just looks worn-down and worried. On his bed is an unconscious Allelujah. Comatose.]
...damnit, Alle, what were you... Who was that...
[He's quiet for a while, reaching out to brush a bit of hair out of Allelujah's face, staring. He checks his ( Read more... ) -
.:03:.
[Lockon is peering at himself in a mirror, looking very baffled. He's paler than normal (if that's even possible), and there's something a little different about his teeth...]
Right, I know that Irish people are the whitest of the white, but this is kind of ridiculous. I don't remember my skin looking this pale before. Going out to try and get a ( Read more... ) -
.:02:.
[Lockon's sitting against a tree somewhere in the park, eyes closed, and apparently hasn't realized he's on the second level. He's a little troubled from an earlier conversation with Allelujah about whether each of them died or not, something he's still not really worked his way through.]
Tch, of course I only end up thinking of this stuff now. ( Read more... )