14 April 2012 @ 01:53 pm
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Big, aren't they? I guess I never realized.

[ Blonde leans over the rail of the ship, watching the whales. Unlike most days, his voice has a bit of an Italian accent, and his sunglasses are missing -- he's dressed like one of the third class passengers on the Titanic, and that's because that's who he is this weekend. ]

I've never seen them before.
11 April 2012 @ 06:02 pm
You all talk too much. [ A pause. ] You care too much, too.

((ooc: Not cursed, he's just annoyed at everyone's chattering.))
22 March 2012 @ 03:06 pm
[ The video starts with a door opening and a bell ringing. Blonde's stopped off at a corner store to get a fountain drink (he likes his straws, thanks), his device in the front pocket of his shirt. As he heads over to the drinks, a few of the customers in the store start murmuring before one finally speaks up, loudly enough to be heard. ]

Does anyone else smell gasoline?

[ Blonde doesn't seem to be bothered, getting some ice in his cup while the patrons and the cashier speak, arguing about whether or not there could be a gas leak while Blonde fills his cup up with Coke and heads to the front to pay. Rainbow coins exchange hands and then Blonde pauses, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. There's a panicked "don't--" from someone in the store as the lighter is flicked--

--and nothing explodes. ]

Sorry. Looks like I'm cursed today.

((ooc: tl;dr Mr. Blonde smells like gasoline and is having too much fun with it.))
11 March 2012 @ 09:09 pm
[ At first, all that can be heard is the beginning of this song. After a bit, there's a laugh. ]

I love this song.

[ And then, practically under his breath, he sings along. ]

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right,
Here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
26 February 2012 @ 10:13 pm
[Some time in the wee hours of the morning, Carla Morir has descended on the nearest glass diner with an unshakeable hunger. That's why she's fiddling with her device, really, and the impatience and tension shows all over her face, she keeps glancing over her shoulder at the kitchen, over and over. Honestly, the only thing keeping her in her seat is Mr. Blonde sitting across from her.]

How about Rex. [She gives him a completely uncomprehending look, so he clarifies,] For the mutt.

Really? [Scornful.] You could try a-- [Over her shoulder again. Where is the food.] little harder.

That's not making them cook any faster. You got a better suggestion?

[She sits back with a slouch, her feet kicking up to rest on the empty part of the booth across from her.]

No, just keep it out of the bed.

[He motions defensively at her with a cup of coffee in his hands,] It was making a racket.

[That line of conversation is completely derailed as the waitress finally appears, laden down with five or six different plates. She hasn't even finished setting them down before Carla is already at them. She's a bottomless pit.]

You can't eat all that.

[She motions back at him with a fork, the tip of it trembling in the air.]

Watch me. [She looks over into the camera, no she has not forgotten that she turned it on.] Pet names. We can do better than 'Rex,' right?
15 February 2012 @ 01:50 pm
[ Don't mind Mr. Blonde sitting on what used to be a couch, reloading his gun. He's got an ugly tiger-striped tie wrapped around his neck to help keep the sun off it, as well as his pair of sunglasses. ]

Anyone know if the Underground is still intact?

[ Carla had stored some water there, but he's sure as hell not going to go digging for it if it isn't. ]
11 February 2012 @ 06:17 pm
--don't think candy hearts are going to end up in the vents too, but okay.

[ Oh look, it's an accidental audio post. Blonde's voice sounds odd, echoing around. ]

Fuck, the sand is already back.

[ Now a loud sound; someone's vacuuming. This continues for a bit before it stops. Then there are a few sounds of exertions, followed by swearing. ]

God dammit-- Saya! You still out there? I fucking told you I was going to get stuck!
21 January 2012 @ 12:19 am
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[ A slit pupil surrounded by scales is the first thing immediately noticeable, at least until Blonde grabs his network device off the floor and frowns at it. On the kitchen floor lounges the owner of the eye; a large, incredibly unhealthy looking saltwater crocodile. ]

So, uh... Does anyone know anything about reptiles? Because I don't know about you guys, but I think she's sick.

[ The crocodile hisses, tail lashing before she... speaks? ]

Breakfast first. Then the network.

[ There's a blink from Blonde, and then he shrugs slightly. ]

Right. Well, Ms. Green and I'll just do that while we wait.

[ locked to Saya ]

Might need some help getting this new addition to work.

((ooc: Mr. Blonde has his very own dæmon for the weekend! Italics are the crocodile.))