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outofclothes) wrote2014-02-23 12:36 pm
outofclothes) wrote2014-02-23 12:36 pm
Entry tags:
- 30 seconds to answer,
- a very skewed sense of what fun is,
- alinope,
- and this one time in the arena,
- before someone's intenstines end up,
- hell is other people,
- hell sweet hell,
- holy shit he's actually competent,
- now the greatest monster of them all,
- the barge is basically disneyland,
- the monster that kills monsters,
- the things i do for stuff,
- this goddamn metaphysical bullshit,
- udek the tricks he got okay,
- unrarest of moods,
- very very skewed,
- we have to get to the internet,
- when god is gone & the devil takes hold,
- who will have mercy on your soul
||| 014 spam/text/video
day one - spam.
[Stark does not take the network. Only an idiot would display their hand that easily and quickly. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stark is also not that stupid. He spends his time casually reading through everyone's messages instead.]
[From what he gathers, it's a flood. That would explain the differences in that it would seem he's supposed to be on the opposite end of this warden-inmate business. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the boat isn't falling apart anymore. It almost makes him wonder who managed to get through, but he falls short of caring by a hair.]
[Instead of announcing his presence, Stark instead starts laying down a few peepers. Don't mind him setting up some innocuous eyeballs about the place. Really, it's fine.]
day two - text - vin.
[There's one person he reaches out to though he's unsure of what he'll find. It's worth a shot.]
you're quiet.
day two - spam.
[Stark is getting restless and, even worse, bored.]
[He spends most of his time on the deck and hallways, maybe sending out a hex or two to cause some pain or at the very least a mild headache out of annoyance. He wants to kill something. More accurately, he wants to tear something apart down to its molecular level and then reconstruct it back into some unrecognizable mass. Unfortunately, most of his favorite playthings don't seem to be aboard any longer. Pity. He'll just have to find someone else.]
[It's their lucky day.]
day three - video.
[Stark finally decides to break his silence on the network. He's had about enough of this place. He's sitting in the middle of a room with thirteen doors around him. He prefers that to sitting around in his office of a cabin, what can he say?]
Don't you guys ever get bored of this monotonous bullshit? I mean, I'm not exactly expecting top-notch entertainment out of you drytt, but this is absurd. It almost makes you miss cable.
((ooc: Stark is from the Pocket Full of Soul plot aka mirror!verse. He's back to being big bad Lucifer. So, have fun.))
[Stark does not take the network. Only an idiot would display their hand that easily and quickly. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stark is also not that stupid. He spends his time casually reading through everyone's messages instead.]
[From what he gathers, it's a flood. That would explain the differences in that it would seem he's supposed to be on the opposite end of this warden-inmate business. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the boat isn't falling apart anymore. It almost makes him wonder who managed to get through, but he falls short of caring by a hair.]
[Instead of announcing his presence, Stark instead starts laying down a few peepers. Don't mind him setting up some innocuous eyeballs about the place. Really, it's fine.]
day two - text - vin.
[There's one person he reaches out to though he's unsure of what he'll find. It's worth a shot.]
you're quiet.
day two - spam.
[Stark is getting restless and, even worse, bored.]
[He spends most of his time on the deck and hallways, maybe sending out a hex or two to cause some pain or at the very least a mild headache out of annoyance. He wants to kill something. More accurately, he wants to tear something apart down to its molecular level and then reconstruct it back into some unrecognizable mass. Unfortunately, most of his favorite playthings don't seem to be aboard any longer. Pity. He'll just have to find someone else.]
[It's their lucky day.]
day three - video.
[Stark finally decides to break his silence on the network. He's had about enough of this place. He's sitting in the middle of a room with thirteen doors around him. He prefers that to sitting around in his office of a cabin, what can he say?]
Don't you guys ever get bored of this monotonous bullshit? I mean, I'm not exactly expecting top-notch entertainment out of you drytt, but this is absurd. It almost makes you miss cable.
((ooc: Stark is from the Pocket Full of Soul plot aka mirror!verse. He's back to being big bad Lucifer. So, have fun.))
spam
[She looks up at him, weary.]
I know. What's your point?
spam
[Stark rolls his shoulders.]
Then again, you've always been a little pint-sized disappointment.
spam
That's a lie. You used to like me a lot. When I'd do things that entertained you.
spam
[Stark barks a Hellion hex, slamming Vin to the opposite wall as he steps aside, out of the way of her trajectory.]
I don't like anybody.
spam
Liar.
spam
[He makes a face like she just told a very confusing joke before shrugging.]
Okay, so I lie. A lot. But not about that, sweetheart. Wouldn't exactly be in this business if I did.
spam
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