[Luke is perched on a stool in one of the kitchens, a pair of greenish headphones stuck in his ears attached to something in his pocket that is assumably playing music, given the way he's tapping his foot. He's in his coveralls, and the top half of them has been undone and is tied around his waist, exposing a sleeveless shirt and scarred skin. He's ( Read more... )

[Today there is a bit of a comical scene to be had. A Luke, dressed in odd, mismatched modern clothing that looks to be a size or two too big for him, is stuck in a large tree, much like a cat. He's crouched on a branch and clinging for dear life to the trunk of the tree, and isn't easily noticeable other than his mop of bright orange hair ( Read more... )

[After the rather disastrous end to his "battle" in the chess match, Luke is having a grand old time hacking and slashing away at the trunk of a tree in some secluded area with his knife. After a while he gets irritated with ...something; the tree, himself, the knife, who knows? Either way he cries out in general frustration and throws the knife ( Read more... )

Oh for the love of--.

[Anybody remember this greaseball? He's looking rather irritated as he skulks around the area, muttering to himself.] You'd think I was permanently super-glued to a magic carpet.

...

So I can't honestly say I remember in complete clarity, but I don't think these were here when I went to sleep.

[ooc; ...Here you go, Sol. ♥]

[Today, Luke can be found sitting on the floor. ...In the middle of a public area. In his coveralls! Although they're peeled off his upper half and tied around his waist, and the shirt underneath is covered in grease spots. He's currently fiddling amongst a sizable pile of scrap metals and tools. He appears to be making something. Do feel free to ( Read more... )

[This evening, Luke can be found on a bench somewhere near his bedroom-- he hasn't strayed far --asleep with a paperback book over his face. One arm has fallen from the bench and his fingers graze the ground below, the other is folded over his stomach. He looks rather oddly comfortable.]

[Down one hallway or another is an open door to a neurotically-kept bedroom. There's nothing terribly interesting in the bedroom, save for some extremely color-coordinated furniture. In the middle of the room is a dark grey bean bag, various articles of clothing strewn around it. To your left, there is another open door, leading to black-and-white ( Read more... )

[folded up in the corner of the chaise in his bedroom is Luke, clutching close to his chest a black and white cat with a charming red collar. the cat? purring. Luke? ...well, Luke looks rather like he hasn't slept much. by all means, poke him ( Read more... )

[look who's finally found himself an instrument. he's seated... likely somewhere outside, in hopes of avoiding a certain pair of someones, plucking away. he's not playing anything in particular, just... fiddling, as it were.]