[the sound of footsteps, one set significantly faster than the other]

Looks like I've got an exercise regime decided for me, now. [he doesn't seem to be all that reluctant]

...! Wait! No! Stop, Kukku!

AHHH!

[ooc: he's outside, in possible vicinity of bells if you want. Also available over journal]

[dictated, his tone of voice seems a tad different from the usual...is that pity?]Mysterious Bird-napping Sir/Madam ( Read more... )

( private )

[at the moment, Chiba is occupied with making a lengthy, repetitive and hopelessly fatalistic internal monologue. Putting it all here wouldn't have much of a point, because it can be summed up with two phrases. The first is "WHY OH WHY." The second is "I'm sure this will not work out."

Given the same roommate, wouldn't you do the same?]

Maybe there's ( Read more... )

[for once, Chiba's managed to not freak out too much at the change in surroundings and the fact that there quite likely is someone sharing the room with him - all the screaming from the journal had woke him up, and flipping through some entries had given him the gist of what was happening. Stepping out of his unit, he's now wandering around the new ( Read more... )

{{backdated to two days after pirate plot}}

( Cagalli-san )

[at a bar counter is he, drinking from a mug of rum and mumbling to no one in particular. Chiba is a horrible drunk. It might have to do with how he's never been exposed to this much alcohol before. You see that eyepatch? Maybe he took his own eye out with that hook. Or maybe the eyepatch is there to protect him from the hook, who knows]Feh, ( Read more... )

[lalala, he's been trying to shake off the feeling of impending doom that had been haunting a random corner of his consciousness by occupying himself with various things. Like playing platformers in the game room until his eyes have turned red and dry. Opening a new casing, he finds a disc that doesn't seem to fit any of the consoles here, unless ( Read more... )

[this really is shaping up to be a bad day. He's found next to no belongings of his own, and may now be permanently scarred after seeing a dismembered baby (thanks, Saetan) and some poor guy being shot (thanks, Joshua). Oh, and the shot guy getting his pants pulled off isn't going to be much help to his mental state either. Honestly, he could have ( Read more... )

[he'd been planning on going to the music room to look through the CD collection there, maybe uncover something new from a band he'd never heard of or get hold of a discontinued release if he was lucky. But this fateful trip up the stairs leading to the third floor is a rude reminder that the castle, grandiose as it is, was never designed with tall ( Read more... )