Scott McCall (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
semifreakingnormal) wrote2013-10-26 11:08 am
semifreakingnormal) wrote2013-10-26 11:08 am
Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- actual alpha,
- allison who,
- basically deucalion????,
- before he even knows deucalion,
- cassel the super bookie,
- daneca is super hot,
- flood: pocketful of soul,
- gj scoot,
- kind of a monster,
- mirror!verse,
- scotty no,
- scotty please,
- scotty stop,
- stop it,
- suavest of all (no),
- this is not mccute at all
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[When the feed clicks on, Scott's in his room. It's mostly the same, but most of the posters have been pulled down. He doesn't see the point in giving a shit about human bands, or actresses. He's more than that, now. He's better.]
What's up, losers.
[He's lounging on his bed, and space is clearly visible out the window behind him. He doesn't notice it anymore. He also looks bored, which is mostly his usual state of being. Noticeably, however, are his teeth: they aren't prominent or protruding, but they are longer, sharper, than any normal human's.]
I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but you assholes stink. You should seriously be showering every day. Like, twice a day.
[He reaches over to his nightstand, grabs a lacrosse ball and begins throwing it above his head and catching it. Catch is more interesting than all of you. Obviously.]
So who's making a bid for the Admiral hat? We might as well keep track. Cassel, you can keep the books, right? [He smirks, looks back at the camera to arch his eyebrows.]
We should start a betting pool. I'm putting money on Arthas, before next weekend.
[He wants a list of people to offer the Bite to. A list of potential packmates. A group of people he could steal power from. Then who knows? Maybe he'd be the Admiral.]
[Private to Daneca]
[He pays a little more attention now, even smiles a very normal, human smile.]
Hey.
Wanna make out?
[....Yes.]
What's up, losers.
[He's lounging on his bed, and space is clearly visible out the window behind him. He doesn't notice it anymore. He also looks bored, which is mostly his usual state of being. Noticeably, however, are his teeth: they aren't prominent or protruding, but they are longer, sharper, than any normal human's.]
I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but you assholes stink. You should seriously be showering every day. Like, twice a day.
[He reaches over to his nightstand, grabs a lacrosse ball and begins throwing it above his head and catching it. Catch is more interesting than all of you. Obviously.]
So who's making a bid for the Admiral hat? We might as well keep track. Cassel, you can keep the books, right? [He smirks, looks back at the camera to arch his eyebrows.]
We should start a betting pool. I'm putting money on Arthas, before next weekend.
[He wants a list of people to offer the Bite to. A list of potential packmates. A group of people he could steal power from. Then who knows? Maybe he'd be the Admiral.]
[Private to Daneca]
[He pays a little more attention now, even smiles a very normal, human smile.]
Hey.
Wanna make out?
[....Yes.]