Everyone runs out of time.

When the the truth of life you do unlock, it's out of my hands; I'm only a clock. You see, everyone runs out of time- In the exception of I; Time will never die. {Independent RP for DHMIS's Clock.}

[only-a-clock]

What do you think of time wasters?

There’s only so much TIME in a day

When you aren’t careful, with TIME you’ll pay.

Schedule and measure, TIME’s not to waste,

To dally about is just in poor taste.

[winterbolt]

Cmon guys I’m sure you saw this coming (humanization by aishaneko)

[tickingtimekeeper]

- four are wasting time -

[ticktockalarmclock]

Looking in a mirror or not, he’s not going to stand for someone telling HIM he’s wasting time! Not even himself.

"I beg your pardon, dear doppelganger of mine- a man of plenty, and perfect design. I hope your insistence in that quality rhyme was not directed to me, accusations of poorly kept time." 

[tickingtimekeeper]

 "Doth mine own eyes deceive me? Do they lie in what I'm perceiving?"

 "Splendid double of mine, you could never waste anyone's time! I'd simply grown accustomed to dismissing nosy people in rhymes; ignoring those types is how time management thrives.

  --.Do tell me; to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

[cosmicstatic]

While I’m admittedly a bit alarmed at the sudden increase of interest from rather daunting household items… welcome all the same.

[tickingtimekeeper]

What? No, "Who's that?" or "Where did my clock go?"

  You're either a strange or dreadfully boring fellow.

[tickingtimekeeper]

- one is wasting time -

[voicesinyourbrain]

Did he take her for some sort of mindless fool? Of course she knew what the cosmos and stars were! You could make shapes out of them, just as you could clouds, though it was never as fun as the latter. His outfit just looked like it had stains all over, that was all she meant to say. 

"Believe me, clockface, I know what stars look like. I’ve looked in the sky before. Don’t assume I’m an uncreative moron."

He didn’t seem to know the difference between chartreuse and green, so he was really the moron here. If you couldn’t tell the variation between two simple colours, then you had to go back to preschool and learn. She was a teacher in her own way, so she could assume the responsibility of showing him, but she didn’t teach preschoolers. 

"And do you really have a right to be calling me by my formal name so early? I’m sure you’re the first of the many annoying clocks I’ll meet, but we haven’t even reached the acquaintance stage."

Huff. What a stupid clock.

"What else would you even do besides talk to me? Do you have to go torment those boys again? I assure you — I’m much more interesting than they could ever be.”

[tickingtimekeeper]

  "Of course I do! I've no time for mucking around! Acquaintances, formalities -- Your name is your name, and I'll call you as such."

 "...I'm one-of-a-kind, thank you very much."

Now it was his turn to huff at her insinuations and assumptions.

He didn't just exclusively bother her, did he? He wasn't some friendless lump of despair and loathing... No, he was important. Time was important. Of course he could bother other people, and he wasn't as desperate as to flog a few dead boys----

       Right. He wasn't alone in that, was he?

  "You're one to talk, considering what happened the last time you went and bothered them."

  Cue a disgusted scoff, not particularly aimed in her direction.

 "Though I suppose you're right... At least you give rise to my ruses. Those worthless buffoons just sit around and grunt at each other all day, wasting their lives as if they can afford to lose that time.

  -- Since it's against your existence to act as droll as them, I suppose you don't have the liberty of boring anyone into leaving you alone, do you? Pity."    

[creandi]

1 Person Wants to be Creative

Ugh. It’s you.

[tickingtimekeeper]

-- Who else did you expect, dearest? 

Charles Chaplin? King Louis VI? 

[kazuwan]

A notebook is the perfect space, for a little creativity, but even it must know it’s place, for time alone can live on to infinity.

[thehappinessmachine]

Woah, there, friend, you might want to slow down…Y̪̭̥̯̬͎ͅO̸͎U̖ ̨̫̟̯̥̫D̮͘O͎̗͔̝͓N̶’̰̘͕̘̣͓T̰͇ ̱̻̰͍͖͇͎H͙A̫V̘̞̣̤̜͍E̶͉͚̪͎͖͚ ̞̪̯̦͖A̷͇̭̝̳͎L̯̜ͅL͇͠ ̵͇͎̰͕̖̱̙T̪͖̖H͇̳͓͠ͅE̴̪͈̝̯ ̞T̫̰̲̟̲͢I͍̱̜̙M̝͕̬͔̬̱E͖̹̩̱̙͘ ̪Í̩̱̭̥͈̰͙N̢̟͇̝̗̘̣ ̸T̼͉̺̺͉̬H̠͢E͕̳̲̼ ̙̙̲̻͙̕W̻ÓR̸͔̫̳̥L̖̩̪̮̪D̫͘,̥͕̟̮̩̀ ̤̩̥̟̣͍Y͇͎O̼̘̪͚̻͠U͕͚̮̪ ̳Ķ̝̮͙̙͚Ņ̦͙͓̺̭͈͓Ơ̪̖͓̺̩͇W̳̕.̤

I was going to say something witty here about jumping on bandwagons and awesome designs and stuff, but then my mind went on a tangent of “these two are actually kind of like right brain (creativity) versus left brain (logic) AND THAT IS ACTUALLY KIND OF COOL” and I forgot about it.

[tickingtimekeeper]

- one is wasting time -

[voicesinyourbrain]

Ooh, this certain clockface was getting on her nerves. Though she was personified, her true form was still a notepad. She could not bathe, she could not! Or she would become just more than soggy.

She would be dead, in more simpler words. And that was something she would rather not be.

“Muck? Have you looked at yourself, you clock? Look at those disgusting stains upon your clothes! That’s certainly no way for someone like you to dress, now is it?”

"And do you actually see any trace of green on me? If you do, it’s chartreuse, not green.”

[tickingtimekeeper]

 "Stains? --Oh, right... You must mean the cosmos."

"I forgot that someone like you can only imagine what they look like -- creativity and imagination doesn't come close to the real thing, does it? Poor little pad of paper, unable to recognize the stars when you see them..."

   Smarm mode: Initiate.

The mock pity in his voice is thick. Has he no sense of kindness? Of decency? The answer is... yes. He hasn't got the time to sit around and make pleasantries with her. No, no -- It would be much more well spent when inciting her enthralling anger.

   Fighting with her is entertaining. If that makes him an rude or boorish person in the face of morals, then so be it. 

"Miss Penelope, I haven't got the time to sit around and prat; green is green, and that is that."

[tickingtimekeeper]

ooc -- I imagine Tony really, really likes space, hence why he's got the cosmos design on his clothes; stars as seen from earth have all died by the time we witness them. We're looking at dead light - peering at an image of the past from thousands of years away, maybe even millions - and the number of theories and truths based on the space-time continuum are endless. It purely revolves around time.

So basically --

[modmad]

You didn’t expect it to end happily, did you?

[tickingtimekeeper]

ooc -- Since this rhyming business is an enigma to me, I'll just follow creative-handmaiden's lead and have him rhyme about the half the time, if even that. He'll drop into normal conversation if the other person stops rhyming/doesn't rhyme at all.

[tickingtimekeeper]

- one is wasting time -

 "Someone's looking rather green today."

"When was the last time you bathed? Go wash all that muck away."

[tickingtimekeeper]

- four are wasting time -

[itstimetogetcreative-blog]

“Oh, calm down. You are the subject of my latest creation!

          — And I won’t hear a word of your tired negation." 

[tickingtimekeeper]

 "You won't give listen to my negations, you say? What gives you the idea that you can keep me at bay?"

"My dear, you aren't one to keep me in line -- but I'll listen, if only not to hear you whine. Do enlighten me: To what am I playing guinea pig this time?"

[tickingtimekeeper]

- four are wasting time -

"If you're going to speak up, do so and hurry."

"If not, stop staring -- Get gone. Scurry."

[lessoninfutility]

that is the most uncomfortable dance i have ever seen in my life

[tickingtimekeeper]

ooc -- To rhyme, or not to rhyme; that is the question.

I have a feeling that having him rhyme all the time would get tired rather quickly... But alas, it's canon that all of the characters rhyme, so...