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so, i currently owe two replies -- flying-street-rat and hauntingthemansion -- but my muse is a little... he's not being as nice as he could be, and my replies are coming very slowly. i'm so, so sorry guys. but i promise, i will get around to your replies, sooner or later. thank you for understanding, honeys. i sincerely appreciate it.
OPEN
He's strolling around, buck naked (because, he can do that now), cigarette between his lips. He notices someone coming in, but he doesn't move to cover up.
"Hey," he says cheekily, lighting the cigarette.
RP with Jamie - Out of Milk
He pads through the large house, envious of all it's former glory, to the kitchen. He'd cleaned up the blood splatter before, because no way is he living with that staring him in the face. Moving to the fridge, he crinkles his nose at the thought of the blood.
He opens the fridge, ready for some cereal or tea or whatever, but finds none. "Jamie!" he growls out, storming to the living room where he normally is. "There's no more milk."
+flying-street-rat has approached you - write him a sonnet.
“None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine!”
Will’s eyes narrowed, as he watched up at the stage, standing on the ground, mere meters from the actors. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, shaking his head; something was wrong, but he just couldn’t place what… It was said to be that the great Queen herself would be here to see this performance — but then, t’was said she would be there for many-a-play, and did she ever turn up? Not to his knowledge, at least. But this time, the actors were aware of the rumour, and their anxiety was showing, blatantly so. The play-write’s stomach lurched, as he heard footsteps behind him. The audience could not be arriving yet, no, for the stage was not set, and the lines were being read. But no, as the single set of footsteps fell, it occurred to him that this was not a crowd entering the theater. It was just one. Will turned to face the stranger, bowing in greeting, before starting off in an apologetic tone, “Greetings, fair stranger — what business doeth thou hath here? My name is William Shakespeare, but please, do call me Will. Unless, you’re already aware of that, in which case I may have to inform you that tonight’s performance does not begin for another two hours, at least that. But do feel free to head to the local tavern — t’is a mere five minutes from this place.”
agent-taser-pants started following you
flying-street-rat started following you
the-talking-bird started following you
reflections-of-wonderland started following you
"Good Lord, are you all really here for my medical expertise? They need to put a sign on my door that says 'one person per hour' because my "people skills" are "rusty". Too many people at once. Oh dear, now I'm rambling. Ahem, what is it you want?"
