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poly_chromatic2012-03-20 11:15 pm
feigns) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-20 11:15 pm
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[ 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.
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. ]
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.
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