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paixaorpg2006-02-19 01:34 am
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Whatever! [Closed]
Character(s): Demyx
Content: Demyx just doing stuff while free-loading.
Setting: Train~
Time: Tuesday Night
Warnings: Uselessness! 8D
“Okay, so…” Demyx tapped the pen he was holding up to his lip a little, wiping off any of the ink that accidentally smeared on it before he continued writing.
“ So I checked the city out, got awfully cozy with some of the bars, and now I’m riding the train like the wickedly awesome goddamned free-loader that I am~” He grinned at the last statement, running a clear line through what he was writing.
Indeed the Nobody was sitting on one of the several empty seats of the train, body hunched over as he continued to fiddle around with his ‘To Do’ list. His absent-mindedness had gotten so far out of hand that he had to write down everything he was supposed to do or else he would most likely forget. But carrying pen and paper was too much of a hassle, and laziness always overcame in the end~
So, very smartly, Demyx decided long ago to literally keep something with him at all times to write on.
… Which was basically his flesh. But it was smart, wasn’t it?
His skin was with him the whole time, and it was sorta hard to lose it, so never had to worry about misplacing it! Permanently inked on the wrist and inner left arm was a tattoo: a simple one with the underlined words ‘Things toprocrastinate Do’ and following them lay 9 evenly spaced lines underneath that went down all the way to his inner elbow. Each line was ‘properly’ numbered, and already some of the spaces were occupied with random things and scribbles from his ink pen.
It looked a little something like this:
13. They can go shove themselves~
4.Scare a good amount of shit out of people
11. Breathing
38.
2.
30. Look forFaerie Queen Wickity fwap fwap the big masses of pink ‘Luxia
5.
666.
124. Promises and deadlines make it hard to stay away.
Yes, apparently he was against the concept of ‘uniform organization’ so much that he didn’t even number down correctly, and instead almost made it look like some kind of drunken disarray.
But these numbers had a purpose that only he knew. Though maybe if somebody that he trusted asked him one day, then maybe he’d tell them the meaning to these seemingly meaningless spouts of jargin. But for now he was content in keeping it all a secret to himself~
The think he had just written down was no. 30, since only recently did he get done talking with ‘Luxia. It was actually a good thing that he was able to contact the man, for there was something he’d like to converse with him about. At first he was planning on going to the Fortress himself, but conveniently enough Marluxia seemed to have gotten out fine on his own~ (Though he still wanted to destroy things!)
Ah well, he had more important things to deal with anyway~
Demyx seemed to be some busy with refining his list that he didn’t notice the heavy footsteps of someone approaching him, oblivious of the shadow that cast over him from the figure now standing in front of him. From the clothes that he wore it was obvious that he was one of those people who tried to kill off the free-loaders and populate the universe with those lamers who actually PAID.
Basically, he wanted paper. But not just paper, because he was one of those picky refined types. But paper in the shape and consistency of a train ticket, of which the Nobody lacked for obvious purposes of laziness and lack of self-sacrifice.
The man cleared his throat.
Demyx stayed in his hunched position.
He cleared it again.
Demyx scratched his arm a little and continued writing.
Finally, he just bent over and tapped the blonde on the shoulder.
This time, those aqua eyes slowly diverted from his arm up to the man, raising an eyebrow almost as if he saw him dressing in drag.
“Whut?”
“I’d like to see your ticket, sir.”
Demyx stared at him.
“…Yeah, Whatever.”
Psh, everyone knew that only lawyers paid for these kind of tickets! And he was certainly not a man of the law~
…
Well, everyone except that guy.
30 seconds later, he was hauled off the train and literally thrown out the door, automatically letting out a loud squeak before falling right on his face. Demyx groaned, rubbing his forehead a little before he quickly stood up and shook his fist at the man just as the doors were about to close.
“OH YEAH? DON’T EXPECT ME TO PAY CHILD SUPPORT WHEN THEY FOUND OUT THAT YOU’RE BIRTHING MY BABY!”
Sadistically enough, the look on the man’s face was enough to send him back in high spirits, watching the train leave before he spun around and wandered down the darkened streets.
Walking? Totally awesometacular with him.
Whatthefuckingever~
Content: Demyx just doing stuff while free-loading.
Setting: Train~
Time: Tuesday Night
Warnings: Uselessness! 8D
“Okay, so…” Demyx tapped the pen he was holding up to his lip a little, wiping off any of the ink that accidentally smeared on it before he continued writing.
“ So I checked the city out, got awfully cozy with some of the bars, and now I’m riding the train like the wickedly awesome goddamned free-loader that I am~” He grinned at the last statement, running a clear line through what he was writing.
Indeed the Nobody was sitting on one of the several empty seats of the train, body hunched over as he continued to fiddle around with his ‘To Do’ list. His absent-mindedness had gotten so far out of hand that he had to write down everything he was supposed to do or else he would most likely forget. But carrying pen and paper was too much of a hassle, and laziness always overcame in the end~
So, very smartly, Demyx decided long ago to literally keep something with him at all times to write on.
… Which was basically his flesh. But it was smart, wasn’t it?
His skin was with him the whole time, and it was sorta hard to lose it, so never had to worry about misplacing it! Permanently inked on the wrist and inner left arm was a tattoo: a simple one with the underlined words ‘Things to
It looked a little something like this:
13. They can go shove themselves~
4.
11. Breathing
38.
2.
30. Look for
5.
666.
124. Promises and deadlines make it hard to stay away.
Yes, apparently he was against the concept of ‘uniform organization’ so much that he didn’t even number down correctly, and instead almost made it look like some kind of drunken disarray.
But these numbers had a purpose that only he knew. Though maybe if somebody that he trusted asked him one day, then maybe he’d tell them the meaning to these seemingly meaningless spouts of jargin. But for now he was content in keeping it all a secret to himself~
The think he had just written down was no. 30, since only recently did he get done talking with ‘Luxia. It was actually a good thing that he was able to contact the man, for there was something he’d like to converse with him about. At first he was planning on going to the Fortress himself, but conveniently enough Marluxia seemed to have gotten out fine on his own~ (Though he still wanted to destroy things!)
Ah well, he had more important things to deal with anyway~
Demyx seemed to be some busy with refining his list that he didn’t notice the heavy footsteps of someone approaching him, oblivious of the shadow that cast over him from the figure now standing in front of him. From the clothes that he wore it was obvious that he was one of those people who tried to kill off the free-loaders and populate the universe with those lamers who actually PAID.
Basically, he wanted paper. But not just paper, because he was one of those picky refined types. But paper in the shape and consistency of a train ticket, of which the Nobody lacked for obvious purposes of laziness and lack of self-sacrifice.
The man cleared his throat.
Demyx stayed in his hunched position.
He cleared it again.
Demyx scratched his arm a little and continued writing.
Finally, he just bent over and tapped the blonde on the shoulder.
This time, those aqua eyes slowly diverted from his arm up to the man, raising an eyebrow almost as if he saw him dressing in drag.
“Whut?”
“I’d like to see your ticket, sir.”
Demyx stared at him.
“…Yeah, Whatever.”
Psh, everyone knew that only lawyers paid for these kind of tickets! And he was certainly not a man of the law~
…
Well, everyone except that guy.
30 seconds later, he was hauled off the train and literally thrown out the door, automatically letting out a loud squeak before falling right on his face. Demyx groaned, rubbing his forehead a little before he quickly stood up and shook his fist at the man just as the doors were about to close.
“OH YEAH? DON’T EXPECT ME TO PAY CHILD SUPPORT WHEN THEY FOUND OUT THAT YOU’RE BIRTHING MY BABY!”
Sadistically enough, the look on the man’s face was enough to send him back in high spirits, watching the train leave before he spun around and wandered down the darkened streets.
Walking? Totally awesometacular with him.
Whatthefuckingever~