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Oct. 3rd, 2014 08:06 pm
semifreakingnormal: wolf (to get on Saint Peter's list)
I know you assholes are all talking among yourselves.

[This is Scott from the other side, only he's not looking as aggressively monstrous as he has for the past month. He doesn't look like normal puppy Scott McCall, either: his eyes glow red, his brow and nose are shifted, animalistic. His fangs aren't as massive, he doesn't have as many, but they do peek past his lips. His ears are pointed, just a little.

He's still a beast. He still wants to be one.]

So here's me talking to you. Anyone who tries to play at being my warden is going to get claws heart-deep in their chests.

[He can't grow his claws long enough, especially not when he's keeping his face like this. But this Scott has become a very good liar.]

Anyone who gets in my way is going to get their throat ripped out. And I'll do it with my teeth.

And if you're really lucky, I'll give you the bite. Lycanthropy is all the rage, lately. Just ask Clementine.

[He growls, deep in his throat, and huffs out a breath. It's only with careful concentration that he grows the claw of his forefinger so he can turn off the feed with it, just in case it comes into view.]
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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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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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