Solo log - Mask
Characters: Arthur/Deadpool buchananneket
Date/Time: Jan. 30, evening
Location: Arthur's room, temp quarters
Rating: PG
Summary: Arthur acquires something important to him.
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Arthur was starting to get depressed. Or, at the very least, extremely bored. He had been born two days ago and had hardly left his room in the meantime. In fact, he had only made one brief venture outside the other day. Wandering around with his nose stuck to his map, he had made it to the Bazaar, bought a pack of markers to write in his journal with, and went back home after making a quick stop at the job board to sign up for a position. Now, he was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall, and thinking of his trip. More specifically, he was thinking of all the people staring at him. He couldn't blame him, but it still didn't feel right. Something was missing.
Looking around the room, his eye caught immediately on his pillow. A smile crossed his face as he went to work. First, he ripped off the pillowcase and put it over his head. Pinching the fabric where his eyes were, he used his teeth to rip two holes in the fabric. With his eyeholes made, he ripped off some of the excess fabric at the end and put it back on, knotting it at the back.
Great, but not perfect. he took it off and looked at it again. Looking once again around the room, he noticed his pack of markers. Grabbing them, he spilled the markers out on his bed and looked at them. Thinking back to his dream, he picked up the red one. Once he was finished scribbling red over the whole pillowcase, he grabbed the black one and colored around the eyeholes. After some brief consideration, he also used the black marker to draw a scraggly smiley face. With his mask finished, he was finally ready to face the world.
Date/Time: Jan. 30, evening
Location: Arthur's room, temp quarters
Rating: PG
Summary: Arthur acquires something important to him.
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Arthur was starting to get depressed. Or, at the very least, extremely bored. He had been born two days ago and had hardly left his room in the meantime. In fact, he had only made one brief venture outside the other day. Wandering around with his nose stuck to his map, he had made it to the Bazaar, bought a pack of markers to write in his journal with, and went back home after making a quick stop at the job board to sign up for a position. Now, he was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall, and thinking of his trip. More specifically, he was thinking of all the people staring at him. He couldn't blame him, but it still didn't feel right. Something was missing.
Looking around the room, his eye caught immediately on his pillow. A smile crossed his face as he went to work. First, he ripped off the pillowcase and put it over his head. Pinching the fabric where his eyes were, he used his teeth to rip two holes in the fabric. With his eyeholes made, he ripped off some of the excess fabric at the end and put it back on, knotting it at the back.
Great, but not perfect. he took it off and looked at it again. Looking once again around the room, he noticed his pack of markers. Grabbing them, he spilled the markers out on his bed and looked at them. Thinking back to his dream, he picked up the red one. Once he was finished scribbling red over the whole pillowcase, he grabbed the black one and colored around the eyeholes. After some brief consideration, he also used the black marker to draw a scraggly smiley face. With his mask finished, he was finally ready to face the world.