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WHO: Badou Nails [fucknicorette] & Heine Rammsteiner [cerberus_cortex]
WHAT: After being spooked by the creepy self-writing journals, Badou decides to listen to the scrawling that seemed strangely Heine-like and stay put.
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Assumingly not long after this~
Well. He'd had enough of that for the time being and all too casually flung the journal over his shoulder to hear it land with a cushioned thud in the sand.
And actually, while he thought about it, that wasn't a bad idea. Instead of sitting on the sand with his long legs crossed like he had been, Badou let himself give in to gravity and flop, limbs splayed out as he closed his visible eye.
Siiiiigh.
The only thing that could make the moment would be if he had a cigarette between his lips and smoke to kill that lovely fresh sea breeze floating around every so often. Hell, it may give him a bit of clarity.
But, shit, this was his messed up dream and we was going to enjoy the sun until he woke up, damn it. If he could get a hold of that lucid dreaming stuff too maybe he could will his mind to somehow produce smokes as well.
Now that would be an awesome fucking dream. Until then, however, Badou was unmistakeably restless. That may have been obvious by the snow-angels he was forming in the sand...
WHAT: After being spooked by the creepy self-writing journals, Badou decides to listen to the scrawling that seemed strangely Heine-like and stay put.
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Assumingly not long after this~
Well. He'd had enough of that for the time being and all too casually flung the journal over his shoulder to hear it land with a cushioned thud in the sand.
And actually, while he thought about it, that wasn't a bad idea. Instead of sitting on the sand with his long legs crossed like he had been, Badou let himself give in to gravity and flop, limbs splayed out as he closed his visible eye.
Siiiiigh.
The only thing that could make the moment would be if he had a cigarette between his lips and smoke to kill that lovely fresh sea breeze floating around every so often. Hell, it may give him a bit of clarity.
But, shit, this was his messed up dream and we was going to enjoy the sun until he woke up, damn it. If he could get a hold of that lucid dreaming stuff too maybe he could will his mind to somehow produce smokes as well.
Now that would be an awesome fucking dream. Until then, however, Badou was unmistakeably restless. That may have been obvious by the snow-angels he was forming in the sand...