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eswareinmal2012-01-11 07:13 pm
goldeneyeball) wrote in eswareinmal2012-01-11 07:13 pm
Entry tags:
- #orb,
- bakura ryou,
- faolan,
- ↓jw,
- ↓koma
[Orb, Day 4] FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE IMPORTANT
[Anyone Orb-gazing is treated to an extreme close up of a big, gross, yellow eye.]
Th' hell is this thing supposed to be?
[The eye moves. A mouth appears. A couple of the teeth are missing. The man bits his lip and sucks air between his teeth, as if he were trying to dislodge a stubborn shred of lettuce. All the while he mutters to himself as he inspects the damage in his reflection. He's got a busted lip.]
[It's then that something occurs to him. His expression blanches as he leans away from the glowing sphere, revealing the polished steps of the castle behind him.]
Oh, God, you're probably magic aren't you...They said somethin' about that, didn't they? [He gives it a little shake.] Hello? Is this thing on? Operator? How do you change the channel on this damn thing...What'r you lookin' at? [He turns to glower at one of the castle servants who had lingered on the steps to watch him only for a moment.] That's right, keep walkin'...
Th' hell is this thing supposed to be?
[The eye moves. A mouth appears. A couple of the teeth are missing. The man bits his lip and sucks air between his teeth, as if he were trying to dislodge a stubborn shred of lettuce. All the while he mutters to himself as he inspects the damage in his reflection. He's got a busted lip.]
[It's then that something occurs to him. His expression blanches as he leans away from the glowing sphere, revealing the polished steps of the castle behind him.]
Oh, God, you're probably magic aren't you...They said somethin' about that, didn't they? [He gives it a little shake.] Hello? Is this thing on? Operator? How do you change the channel on this damn thing...What'r you lookin' at? [He turns to glower at one of the castle servants who had lingered on the steps to watch him only for a moment.] That's right, keep walkin'...
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It should be useful anyway.
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[That bag was a kleptomaniac's dream. JW shifts his feet a little and looks down the steps and out over the land they've been plunked into. His grouchyface starts to fade into a tired one. 8( Wat do.]
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