( 04 ) ( video + action. )

[feigns]

[ when the feed clicks on, it's evident that will is sat somewhere without an abundance of light — there are lamps, though — but with a number of books. (in other words: the library). there's a small pile just in front of him, and he can be seen to be leafing through a paperback of some description. the titles of the books that are visible would imply he has something of a soft spot for what can only be described as objectively trash.

that aside, he at least looks comfortable, if not in deliberate disregard of any form of etiquette — his feet, still booted, are resting on the table. ]

There once was a young man from Aberpennar
Who found himself embroiled in quite the dilemma— [ a beat and a flicker of a frown; aberpennar and dilemma don't rhyme, not really. NEVERMIND it's not important. ]
You see, he was quite typical in many respects
and desired to—

[ he stops for a moment, mild (feigned) surprise giving way to equally feigned thoughtfulness. ]

Perhaps I ought not finish, not when there's all manner of polite company and children within hearing — or more accurately, I suppose, listening — distance. There are, that said, a great many things I desire to do today, although it seems as if a great many people would also like to do a great many things today, some not activities they'd normally indulge in. I'm afraid to say that I feel absolutely nothing out of the ordinary; I wonder, then, if I've been cursed at all, or if I've merely been blessed with a startling intense dislike of being utterly, wholly bone idle — or whatever one would say when they detest activities with the sole purpose of being dull and uninteresting.

—Maybe I'll visit the park, feed the pigeons and the ducks and, in a fit of nostalgia, see if the birds here behave any differently to the birds in London. I've always thought that the birds in London portrayed a disturbingly accurate mirror image of the people in London: miserable, and prone to unprovoked acts of violence and inflammatory remarks. Maybe the birds here will simply be unbearably nosy.

Comments

[whattingawhat]

Sometimes, I think bored and cursed are the same thing?

[feigns]

—You do?

[whattingawhat]

You know, I'm bored...I'll go do this really stupid thing. Oh crap, I did this really stupid thing! I know, I'll say I was cursed.

[feigns]

A method that has always struck me as remarkably disingenuous.

[whattingawhat]

Disgenius? Like...not creative?

[feigns]

More unbecoming than a lack of creativity. There's little point in doing anything if you're not willing to admit to it.

[whattingawhat]

Oooh you're one of those 'bad boys and I want to flaunt it' people aren't you?

[vesperian]

Maybe you could finish- I'm dying from curiosity over here.

[feigns]

And yet, if you're at all feline in nature, the curiosity would kill you either way.

[vesperian]

I like to think I'm a little more resilient than that. Come on- it can't have been that bad.

[feigns]

The rhyme might have been, in truth.

[vesperian]

That cheesy, huh?

[feigns]

I can't say that's the word I'd use.

[likeboudica]

If today is a curse during which people are stripped of the barriers that keep them from indulging into irregular behaviour, certainly you cannot be cursed. [ she's smiling just a little, but her tone is serious enough that it may be difficult to tell whether she is serious or joking. ] You do not have such barriers.

[feigns]

Must you insist on making me sound like a toddler?

[likeboudica]

Only in as far as you act in a manner that can be described thusly.

[feigns]

I'm yet to meet a toddler who acts quite like I do.

[likeboudica]

Then perchance you are not like a toddler at all, but the point remains the same.

[feigns]

And it's one I've heard in multiple forms a great number of times.

[signatures]

You could always attempt to see if sleeping in a bush will restore your poetic humours.

[feigns]

Of everything, that's one thing that — remarkably — doesn't appeal in the slightest.

[signatures]

Ah, well, I suppose we can scratch drunken artist off your list of things to imitate.

[feigns]

Art and music have never been gifts of mine, so I shan't think I'll ever deign to cut off my own ear or decide that sleeping in the gutter is paramount to gaining a unique perspective of life that can only be reflected in the power of — paint. Unless the unique perspective is of the stars, which could rarely be seen in London regardless, and I'm fairly certain the view doesn't change a great deal if one shifts themselves slightly to the left or to the right so that they're on the pavement or the road, rather than in a gutter. [ a beat. ] Or a bush.

[signatures]

So you don't normally drift toward poetry?

[feigns]

[ yes. ]

Once in a blue moon.