[sometime, in the early morning before the ship is bustling, a small homunculus had crept into cabin 3-2 where the redheaded smoker lives. Envy doesn't know if that monk is still there. he doesn't know if he's living there or in a cell or as someone's pet, and he doesn't care.
the carcass of a freshly slaughtered and well-mutilated pig is deposited into the fridge. shelves and food have been removed to make room for the hundreds of pounds of bloody swine. but don't worry--the refrigerator will keep it fresh.
amongst the mess of gore, a single and somewhat messy circle of skin has been cut away from the center of the dead pig's forehead. they're human, after all. they're idiots. if they can't get the meaning of the pig alone, then maybe a bit more symbolism will help.
whatever the case, Envy's fairly certain the message will be passed along to a certain pig monk on Christmas.]
Re: [ACTION]nicotine_patchDecember 28 2010, 03:54:06 UTC
[it's a very hungover morning after that Badou stumbles back to 3-2, grit in a washed-up bottle eye]
[Genkaku had promised him beer, meat, and (always) overindulgence; he'd given the other more immunizing shots of camaraderie directly to the spine]
[it'd been a good night (not just because it wasn't any better out there, either), and despite the ache of his head and the taste of throw-up still to be burnt off his tongue, Badou is content]
[aches well earned weren't hardly aches at all, really]
Re: [ACTION]nicotine_patchDecember 28 2010, 03:58:17 UTC
[heavy boots navigate absently through the bomb(ed)shelter of the cabin straight to the kitchen; coffee would scald that barf out of his teeth and give his nerves that electric shock jumpstart he craved in most interactions]
[unfortunately, it looks like that little greaser shit has gotten into his stash again, and he dispiritedly tosses the empty tin to the floor, where it clatters loudly enough to make him wince]
Re: [ACTION]nicotine_patchDecember 28 2010, 04:00:55 UTC
[plan B: hydration]
[the sink's been busted for a few weeks now - the maintenance robots had given up on 3-2 a long time ago. the other roommates (the ones who did not, as he and Urameshi did, not subsist on coffee, beer, and cigarettes) tended to keep water bottles in high supply due to this fact]
[he yanks the fridge open hard enough to make something rattle and fall in the back, and reaches in]
Re: [ACTION]nicotine_patchDecember 28 2010, 04:07:49 UTC
[there's no way that he's actually seeing this monstrosity, and there's no way it's really an enormous severed pig's head his entire fist is maw-deep in]
[what the fuck kinda lord of the flies hangover hallucination is this]
Re: ( PHONECALL )prayforpreyDecember 28 2010, 09:25:16 UTC
[ it's a lazy drawl that makes clear of Genkaku's constantly swaying precognitive skills, as he'd had no need to check the Caller ID; ]
Hey, baby, you missin' me already? We spent the whole day together so ain't there supposed to be like a 72-hour breathin' room? You fresh jonesin'? I'm sure I got somethin' around here if you need it that bad, but it'll cost ya.
the carcass of a freshly slaughtered and well-mutilated pig is deposited into the fridge. shelves and food have been removed to make room for the hundreds of pounds of bloody swine. but don't worry--the refrigerator will keep it fresh.
amongst the mess of gore, a single and somewhat messy circle of skin has been cut away from the center of the dead pig's forehead. they're human, after all. they're idiots. if they can't get the meaning of the pig alone, then maybe a bit more symbolism will help.
whatever the case, Envy's fairly certain the message will be passed along to a certain pig monk on Christmas.]
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[Genkaku had promised him beer, meat, and (always) overindulgence; he'd given the other more immunizing shots of camaraderie directly to the spine]
[it'd been a good night (not just because it wasn't any better out there, either), and despite the ache of his head and the taste of throw-up still to be burnt off his tongue, Badou is content]
[aches well earned weren't hardly aches at all, really]
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[unfortunately, it looks like that little greaser shit has gotten into his stash again, and he dispiritedly tosses the empty tin to the floor, where it clatters loudly enough to make him wince]
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[the sink's been busted for a few weeks now - the maintenance robots had given up on 3-2 a long time ago. the other roommates (the ones who did not, as he and Urameshi did, not subsist on coffee, beer, and cigarettes) tended to keep water bottles in high supply due to this fact]
[he yanks the fridge open hard enough to make something rattle and fall in the back, and reaches in]
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[what the fuck kinda lord of the flies hangover hallucination is this]
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[YANKS his wrist out as he stumbles back, looking between the entire hand coated in gore, and the mafia-type message in his fridge]
[it takes a good two minutes seconds for the right jangled, hungover nerves to fire in the right direction]
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[the guide is produced, and his fingers are quick and one handed on the keys]
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[RRRING...]
[RRRING...]
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Hey, baby, you missin' me already? We spent the whole day together so ain't there supposed to be like a 72-hour breathin' room? You fresh jonesin'? I'm sure I got somethin' around here if you need it that bad, but it'll cost ya.
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I got a riddle for ya. It's real important. Ready for this?
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[ serious ]
No.
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