http://dualscars.livejournal.com/ (
dualscars.livejournal.com) wrote in
towerofanimus2011-12-16 11:44 pm
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Characters:
dualscars and everyone else.
Setting: The second library, very late at night.
Format: Starting with action brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar partakes in an activity that does not involve violence!
Warnings: None, yet.
[those transversing the second library later at night may find the orphaner perusing its shelves, though with little to no apparent criteria for his selections. he looks as he has for the last few weeks: not to his standards of vanity. and with the more recent shenanigans involving nightmarish worlds? a touch on the battered side.
more notable, however, is that with every book deemed unsatisfactory, its chucked unceremoniously to the floor. only, that it isn't: to be thrown into a growing pile of them. one that, in fact, looks like quite a few shelves had gone into its creation. by now, several individuals could sit uncomfortably upon its hard-cover summits.
but if this requires any sort of attention at all, it doesn't show. after all, both holding a book and turning the page with one hand requires more effort than he'd care to admit.]
Setting: The second library, very late at night.
Format: Starting with action brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar partakes in an activity that does not involve violence!
Warnings: None, yet.
[those transversing the second library later at night may find the orphaner perusing its shelves, though with little to no apparent criteria for his selections. he looks as he has for the last few weeks: not to his standards of vanity. and with the more recent shenanigans involving nightmarish worlds? a touch on the battered side.
more notable, however, is that with every book deemed unsatisfactory, its chucked unceremoniously to the floor. only, that it isn't: to be thrown into a growing pile of them. one that, in fact, looks like quite a few shelves had gone into its creation. by now, several individuals could sit uncomfortably upon its hard-cover summits.
but if this requires any sort of attention at all, it doesn't show. after all, both holding a book and turning the page with one hand requires more effort than he'd care to admit.]

Hi Dualscar, have a roomie
[So when stalking the second library (how considerate it was for the Devil to supply not one, but two of them), he was surprised to find that very same demon hanging around, pulling things out and tossing them into a pile on the floor. He supposed this was typical devilish behavior, but even so, he tucked a very large book under his arm and approached the creature curiously, speaking in a personable manner that betrayed none of his inner suspicions.] I'm very sorry to interrupt, but why are you emptying all of these bookshelves?
sorry his roomie's a douche...
(highblood problems.)
he turns, curls his lip so as to show those sets of serrated teeth. it's almost something of a flourish, really, what with the sharpness of the action and the agitation of the cape that follows. cue a slow elevator glance: what's worse, the human's a roommate of his.]
If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. That, an' it's hardly your business.
Don't worry, they can be douches together.
It seemed an unusual thing to do. You're also upsetting the placement of certain documents which I may be needing, as well, so it definitely does constitute as 'my' business.
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[his teeth click together in agitation, serrated edges fitting perfectly together. dualscar looks back to the shelf of books, and as if to emphasize how little he cares, chucks another large volume to the pile. though, it may have come decidedly close to hitting marlon instead.]
It's none 'a my concern. Now sod off.
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MOKUBAMARLON MANOEUVRE][So he dodges the book and judges this demon bro pretty hard. And he's just going to keep... on... smiling.] Mhm. Well, if you don't mind, [and the way he says this does clearly indicate that he gives no shits if you mind] I'm just going to be looking through this pile here.
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Knock it over, an' I'll kill you.
[pretty forward, that is. he probably won't, but you wouldn't think it with his tone.]
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[Sorry Dualscar, he doesn't believe you, because guess what? He's dead already! Hee hee hoo hoo ha ha!]