How you have not been spammed, I will never know.transferbodynowSeptember 10 2011, 08:00:06 UTC
[Alright. Well. The giant metal box has now stopped and Yegrinna isn't exactly sure if it's supposed to do that, coming from, you know, an alternate dimension with no technology what so ever.]
[Well, she's unsure of how to react to all this, although she does chuckle at the wonderful schadenfreude, despite the fact she's meant to be destroying humans lives because of all their nonsense. Still, piss is funny. At least to her.]
You may be a despicable human, but at least you're an entertaining one.
Supposedly you already said goodbye, Guyalready_rainingSeptember 9 2011, 23:30:32 UTC
[Walking into an elevator with Guy Burgess after the scene he'd made is awkward, absolutely. But even worse is getting stuck in an elevator with Guy Burgess after the scene he'd made. So Julian shoves his hands in his pockets and tries his damndest to pretend Guy is not there.]
Oh dear god.thatmadbastardSeptember 9 2011, 23:52:10 UTC
[He'd only just walked away from Jack after making a damned fuss of his own. For a mere second, having him in the room with him was a comfort before he saw that beautiful face walk in the room.
He'd meant what he'd yelled as he walked out of his own party, away from Jack, Anthony and Kim. Burying the past was a painful business. Pretending to be something he was not proved hard enough, but manageable. He excelled at masquerading. What burned deep in the belly was knowing he was hated for it.
Hated by the bright and wonderful Julian Bell so ready to act.
He walked into the elevator with the bottle in his mouth, head tipped back. If only he'd bloody known.
As he saw Julian refuse to look at him, Guy felt the first urge to wretch since the night he watched Julian and Anthony at the May ball.
He was disgusted with himself, with what Julian thought him to be.
He repocketed his bottle and stared at the youth and vivaciousness held so poetically in his love's eyes, knowing he wouldn't meet the gaze.]
[But there's only so long one can go before realizing they are being stared at. Julian does catch Guy's eye for a brief, breathless second, and really isn't sure what he sees there. But it frightens him, frightens him as deeply as he had been disgusted by him earlier. After that second passes, he glances away, feeling unjustly guilted into apologizing--but he won't apologize, not for anything he believes or said before. He can only wish Guy hadn't joined the crowd of those who thought "all this" was a youthful flight of fancy outgrown over the years.]
[There's a pile of archaic-looking books in her arms when she steps in, sticking to her corner for the most part. Until the elevator shudders and then stops moving.]
Um, okay. No panicking. Panicking would not be good right now.
[It's bad enough that they lost Nationals, but now for the hotel elevator to get stuck, too? A sinking feeling takes hold of her stomach, and she looks over at Sam with wide eyes.] Did... that just happen? We weren't supposed to stop.
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...What is it doing?
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Wait. She's serious. And... rather observant. He's too hung over to have noticed. ]
Shit. My agent's going to stick his fiery fist up my arse if I don't show.
[ PAUSES. Smiles. And totally doesn't answer her question. ]
Brilliant. He's a wanker anyway. Nothing like pissing in his cereal.
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You may be a despicable human, but at least you're an entertaining one.
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He'd meant what he'd yelled as he walked out of his own party, away from Jack, Anthony and Kim. Burying the past was a painful business. Pretending to be something he was not proved hard enough, but manageable. He excelled at masquerading. What burned deep in the belly was knowing he was hated for it.
Hated by the bright and wonderful Julian Bell so ready to act.
He walked into the elevator with the bottle in his mouth, head tipped back. If only he'd bloody known.
As he saw Julian refuse to look at him, Guy felt the first urge to wretch since the night he watched Julian and Anthony at the May ball.
He was disgusted with himself, with what Julian thought him to be.
He repocketed his bottle and stared at the youth and vivaciousness held so poetically in his love's eyes, knowing he wouldn't meet the gaze.]
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Um, okay. No panicking. Panicking would not be good right now.
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