Nov 17, 2009 21:28
[The journal itself had be broadcasting nothing at all for a few hours. At least, until the sound of a door opening, then closing was audible.] Agh! it reeks like hell in here! What the hell is making this place smell so bad?!
... Right. That. [Now his voice is sounding nasally, because he's pinching his nose.] Maybe I should just get rid of this thing.
[Give it a few minutes.] Ugh, I can barely breathe in here... [He's never going to notice the journal being open unless someone says something.]
[Action]
[A little while after the journal post, you could find Ragna walking around town, heading towards the forest holding a trash bag that had something in it. And it wasn't the best smelling, but it wasn't anywhere as bad as his place.]
[ooc: Ragna got his little prize from the event awhile ago, but kept quiet about it until now. It was his arm, after it got cut off. |:]
totally not creepy at all,
smells like teen spirit,
pissed off