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Feb. 23rd, 2014 03:56 pm
semifreakingnormal: (so you're feeling tied up)
Are none of you losers actually weirded out that we heard from the Admiral? I mean, when's the last time this asshole sad anything? It's like radio silence for months, and then oh hey, keep an eye out kids? Lame.

But at least he's back to putting on the food, right? I was getting so sick of waiting on you freaks to bring stuff back.

[He's tossing a lacrosse ball at the ceiling, laying on his back on the bed. The ball hits the ceiling methodically, dropping back into his hand, never interfering with how he holds the communicator in his other hand. He looks, unsurprisingly, very bored.]

And this flood is weird. I'm starting to think we should put a game together.

[He smiles, and there's a hint of fang pushing past his lips.] Who wants to play chase the inmate?

[Private to Daneca]

Come make out with me. [Or slap him. That would be super okay too.]
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Jan. 29th, 2014 07:59 pm
semifreakingnormal: (so busted)
Uh--

[Scott is realizing, once the feed is on, that he probably should have cleaned up before addressing the network. Because he's kinda bloody right now. It's all over his shirt - which is torn in a couple places - and there's more blood drying on his jaw. But he looks very human, which is not something he could have said forty minutes ago.

He glances off screen at someone - he's in Zero, though its occupants aren't visible - and scratches the back of his head.]

This new guy jumped me? He says his name is Roderick.

[And Roderick is getting a cameo, now. Wave, Roderick. (He is actually waving.)]

I brought him to zero, I'm not...really sure what else I'm supposed to do with him.

[Scoot don't admit to having no clue in front of the bad guys, sigh.]

[Private to Peter]

[He's been trying not to think about this. Like, in a big, huge freaking way, because it still freaks him out a bit. He's here because he doesn't want to be a werewolf forever, he doesn't want to be one at all anymore. Giving into it a little today has left him unsettled, and between that and what Lydia told him, He's not really sure what to think anymore.

Luckily, he knows a freaking super hero.

Who he probably should have contacted after he finished cleaning up, but at least the bloody shirt is gone. He's in the middle of scrubbing the blood off his chin and chest.]

Hey dude, do you wanna come over? I have a Playstation 4.

[Still can't believe this thing exists okay u_u]

[Private to the Admiral + spam for Lindsey]

Can you...jeez...Can you bring back, um--[He's not entirely sure of the man's name, so he turns the camera on Lindsey's form for a moment.] I'm...I'm gonna take him to the infirmary.

[He clicks off there, shoves the communicator in his pocket, and jesus. He has no idea what to do here, but at least...at least he doesn't ahve to worry about wounds, right? Carefully, he starts to lift the corpse - man, somehow getting the weight over his shoulder. He shudders as blood stains his shirt, swallows hard against the urge to vomit, and for a long moment, he has to just close his eyes. The smell of blood is so strong, it's overwhelming, and he's having trouble shutting it out.

Eventually, he puts one foot in front of the other, and repeats, repeats, manages to move forward jerkily toward the infirmary.]
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Oct. 26th, 2013 11:08 am
semifreakingnormal: (to a sense of control)
[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.]
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