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towerofanimus2013-03-01 04:33 am
whiteblackknight) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-01 04:33 am
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[A clown is always smiling on the outside]
Characters: Allen Walker and YOU, OVER THERE!
Setting: The lower lounge floor, later on around/in his dorm, room 3-12
Format: W/e lol!
Summary: Allen takes this opportunity to try and lighten things up by clowning around. With a clown mask. Later on, however, reveals there's something a little more complicated about him.
Warnings: None for the former, light warning for harsher language later on.
Lounge Floor--
The lounging room, comfy chairs and all, seemed a little artificially brightened now. Of course, a young man wearing 19th century attire and a clown mask had something to do with that. Even more so because he was balancing on a ball. On his hands.
Mr. Walker's golem, Timcanpy, flew around him before landing on one of his feet, hung in the air as it was, as the rest of him contorted to a humorous pose while upside-down. The lack of an ovation meant this didn't last long.
For a larger majority of the time, he merely sat there on said ball while reading something he had brought with him, Tim nestled steadily on the tip, looking outwards, like a gargoyle of literature.
Tim spots them, eventually. Allen likewise sees them. Silently, and still on the ball, he manages to surprise a trick right in front of them with the grace of a gazelle. And as quiet as one, too--whether he knows them or not!
Around Room 3-12--
The ball had since been deflated and returned to where it belonged and where he had taken in. It was getting much, much later than he usually stays but everything seemed quiet enough. The mask still on, Allen lets himself go and sighs heavily. The weight of things had either completely passed him by or--far more likely--he's just not realized it's hit him yet. His shoulders droop briefly with the sigh.
Timcanpy has laid itself on Allen's shoulder, periodically peering at anyone they pass. Allen, its rightful master, grabs it and then begins stretching the golem between his two hands to make it "smile" with its secret, razor sharp teeth.
"Looks like we're the ones who need a little saving, right, Tim?" Allen says, unsure as to whether it was meant as a joke or as a completely serious realization. "Oh, hello there," he says to the newcomer, barely turning his head.
[[OOC Notes: Spent the wee hours of the morning trying to post this but internet kept cutting out at the last minute and saying it wasn't posted, now it posts without the cuts....aye yay yay...]]
Setting: The lower lounge floor, later on around/in his dorm, room 3-12
Format: W/e lol!
Summary: Allen takes this opportunity to try and lighten things up by clowning around. With a clown mask. Later on, however, reveals there's something a little more complicated about him.
Warnings: None for the former, light warning for harsher language later on.
Lounge Floor--
The lounging room, comfy chairs and all, seemed a little artificially brightened now. Of course, a young man wearing 19th century attire and a clown mask had something to do with that. Even more so because he was balancing on a ball. On his hands.
Mr. Walker's golem, Timcanpy, flew around him before landing on one of his feet, hung in the air as it was, as the rest of him contorted to a humorous pose while upside-down. The lack of an ovation meant this didn't last long.
For a larger majority of the time, he merely sat there on said ball while reading something he had brought with him, Tim nestled steadily on the tip, looking outwards, like a gargoyle of literature.
Tim spots them, eventually. Allen likewise sees them. Silently, and still on the ball, he manages to surprise a trick right in front of them with the grace of a gazelle. And as quiet as one, too--whether he knows them or not!
Around Room 3-12--
The ball had since been deflated and returned to where it belonged and where he had taken in. It was getting much, much later than he usually stays but everything seemed quiet enough. The mask still on, Allen lets himself go and sighs heavily. The weight of things had either completely passed him by or--far more likely--he's just not realized it's hit him yet. His shoulders droop briefly with the sigh.
Timcanpy has laid itself on Allen's shoulder, periodically peering at anyone they pass. Allen, its rightful master, grabs it and then begins stretching the golem between his two hands to make it "smile" with its secret, razor sharp teeth.
"Looks like we're the ones who need a little saving, right, Tim?" Allen says, unsure as to whether it was meant as a joke or as a completely serious realization. "Oh, hello there," he says to the newcomer, barely turning his head.
[[OOC Notes: Spent the wee hours of the morning trying to post this but internet kept cutting out at the last minute and saying it wasn't posted, now it posts without the cuts....aye yay yay...]]