GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
He's humming.
His song is a mix of a number of different nursery rhymes, and his voice cracks every few minutes. This, however, hardly seems to perturb him, as he skips a small rock across the concrete floor of his cell (the bars and floor a sharp contrast to the rest of the bar). The light near his cell, presumably from his own world, is still there, making his presence even more foreign than it usually seems.
Fortunately, the rock he's playing with is hardly of a notable size. Not enough to do any real damage unless he's trying very hard.
(He might. Oh, he might.
But, under the circumstances, only with the right distance and perhaps a bit of provocation.)
| ooc: reviving the voice! will be slow, but open to tags for the rest of the time the mun is awake. eta: off for sleep. still open to tags up until it's not!
tiny tags: ava wilson, todd the wraith, coreen fennel |
His song is a mix of a number of different nursery rhymes, and his voice cracks every few minutes. This, however, hardly seems to perturb him, as he skips a small rock across the concrete floor of his cell (the bars and floor a sharp contrast to the rest of the bar). The light near his cell, presumably from his own world, is still there, making his presence even more foreign than it usually seems.
Fortunately, the rock he's playing with is hardly of a notable size. Not enough to do any real damage unless he's trying very hard.
(He might. Oh, he might.
But, under the circumstances, only with the right distance and perhaps a bit of provocation.)
| ooc: reviving the voice! will be slow, but open to tags for the rest of the time the mun is awake. eta: off for sleep. still open to tags up until it's not!
tiny tags: ava wilson, todd the wraith, coreen fennel |