[Oliver is sitting at a table, probably the kitchen table at Murrues, leaning on the table with his elbows and holding the PCD in both hands. Quite apart from the kitten of the past few days, or even the young man he normally is, now he's full-grown, mature. Though his hair is still long, it's tied neatly back. The baby fat still in his cheeks even ( Read more... )

[The video comes on as Ollie is trying to manhandle a large egg out of his room, along with the erhu and his PCD, and what can be seen of his little face is set in a rather angry pout ( Read more... )

[Oliver's feed opens as video, and shows, you guessed it, a studious and slightly grubby kid with kitty ears sticking out to the sides. He looks pretty upset, with a good-sized pout on his face and and little wrinkled nose and everything. He clears his throat and tries to look serious and menacing. On 16-year-old Ollie, it failed. On 6-year-old ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on, and Oliver is splayed out on the grass...somewhere. He's laughing at something, and there is a bottle just visible in his hand on the edge of the view. He's holding the PCD up over him, making faces at it ( Read more... )

Guess what, bitches?

Mum's not home, so who wants a fucking party?!

I got what looks like homebrew I found lying around, and who wants to bring the 'nip?

Know where it is? No? Well, show the fuck up, anyway!

[x,y]

Bring food.

Oi, 'Pet Tiger.'

Got one here, 'specially for you.

Enjoy.

((OOC: Poison, Alice Cooper, by request))

[4:00 am. Oliver appears in a video feed. His hair is a mess, going everywhere. His shirt is a nice dress shirt, but mostly unbuttoned, and a bass guitar is around his neck, hooked into a couple of amps that can be seen on the floor behind him. He has several necklaces on, all sporting images like devils and skulls, and it appears as though there ( Read more... )

[The PCD comes on to show the street moving past, one of Oliver’s legs, and occasionally, a flash of his tail. He’s running, panting hard, and seems to be outside. It’s dark, for the most part, with a hint of the sunset, perhaps, still showing on the ground. A moment later, that disappears, and Oliver’s breathing hitches up a bit ( Read more... )

[Oliver is sitting at a piano that is not Ginia's, if for no reason other than it is a full concert grand. The PCD is laying on the floor, looking up at him, and his face is hidden by the keyboard and his leg, but the tail that occasionally swings into view leaves little doubt as to who it is ( Read more... )