[Not locked from anyone really, Lu's an equal opportunist. So much more fun that way.]
There comes Lu, out of a particularly dark and foreboding area of the Nexus, moving just a little too fast for a human being, or perhaps a bit too slow, or a bit too much with the snap-crackle-n-pop of joints. Difficult to say what exactly is so wrong about his movements, apart from just that. They're just wrong.
And that isn't even counting the veins pulsing too close to the surface of his too thin skin, or the red-rimmed eyes and mouth, or the stark, nigh morbid contrast of the pristine white suit. His feet are bare, trailing sloppy wet smears of darkness behind him as he goes. But, surely, the Nexus doesn't care about that? This is a place for everyone to get along; a place where ever murderers and rapists and the Devil himself may roam freely and without fear of repercussions... Here, no villain is truly a villain, and that suits him just fiiine.
"If we have the Merry Month of May, in which people take matters into their own hands, and June is the Merry Month of Oh-I'm-so-not-gay-oooh-lookit-that-hot-piece-of-MAN-FLESH! ...Perhaps July should be something else entirely."
He sits down on one of the comfy couches, surveying the room lazily, cocking his head like so many vultures before him. "Perhaps, July should be the Merry Month of Making Wishes Come True.
"I have a dream, to borrow the immortalized words of some dead guy, I won't name names," a grin stretches his lips way, way too far - yes, isn't he just too horrid to behold? You know you want him - and a maniacal giggle bubbles up his throat.
"I want Gabriel's wings on a plate. You know the one, blond, wears the same suit alll the GODdamned time, hypocritical, sanctimonious airhead. So... His wings. Plate. Eternal agony."
His mouth seems to sizzle from the inside, pale whisps of smoke wafting out from between his too sharp teeth.
"Shall we hhhaggle?"
((Edit: Bed time. BBASAP for more RP!))
And that isn't even counting the veins pulsing too close to the surface of his too thin skin, or the red-rimmed eyes and mouth, or the stark, nigh morbid contrast of the pristine white suit. His feet are bare, trailing sloppy wet smears of darkness behind him as he goes. But, surely, the Nexus doesn't care about that? This is a place for everyone to get along; a place where ever murderers and rapists and the Devil himself may roam freely and without fear of repercussions... Here, no villain is truly a villain, and that suits him just fiiine.
"If we have the Merry Month of May, in which people take matters into their own hands, and June is the Merry Month of Oh-I'm-so-not-gay-oooh-lookit-that-hot-piece-of-MAN-FLESH! ...Perhaps July should be something else entirely."
He sits down on one of the comfy couches, surveying the room lazily, cocking his head like so many vultures before him. "Perhaps, July should be the Merry Month of Making Wishes Come True.
"I have a dream, to borrow the immortalized words of some dead guy, I won't name names," a grin stretches his lips way, way too far - yes, isn't he just too horrid to behold? You know you want him - and a maniacal giggle bubbles up his throat.
"I want Gabriel's wings on a plate. You know the one, blond, wears the same suit alll the GODdamned time, hypocritical, sanctimonious airhead. So... His wings. Plate. Eternal agony."
His mouth seems to sizzle from the inside, pale whisps of smoke wafting out from between his too sharp teeth.
"Shall we hhhaggle?"
((Edit: Bed time. BBASAP for more RP!))