17 December 2012 @ 10:01 am
God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod.

[Is that a bit of a Kiwi accent there? Why yes there is.]

God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod.

Shut up.

God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod. [With repetition the manifest lack of enthusiasm to that statement just drills deeper and deeper. Someone's cheering Hod with all the joy of someone getting a root canal.]

God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod.

Shut the fuck up!

[There's a clatter of things being thrown and a bird's angry squawk.]

God of all things-- [SQUAWK]
 
 
07 November 2012 @ 12:07 pm
[It's a small room, blue-lit by the light from a video screen. It illuminates a wide-eyed man staring intently at a small box he holds reverently in his hands.

Maybe his pupils always eclipse his irises. Hey, it's the City, maybe those are his irises. Who knows?

Whatever the case may be, he's there, and he looks like he's just had his mind completely blown.

This then is another Johnson brother's welcome to the City.]


[ooc: Warnings here would be for drug use and likely for Johnson vocabulary.]