Saul Livingston | OC | Hetero, but open for lulz/CRidkmybffpingasMarch 13 2011, 14:34:07 UTC
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Okay. It's evening, and the end of a hard day at work. Maybe Saul wants to write fanfiction, or listen to music, or even just watch a movie - but he can't do it with all that commotion next door. He's the kinda prissy kid who hates noise and ruckus to begin with - but it's doubly painful and frustrating when chillaxin', and quadruply so when it's sleepy-time. Speaking of sleepy-time, it wouldn't be long now before he had to bunk down for the night. What if that nonsense was still going on in a few hours? He had an early shift tomorrow!
And he'd been kept up all night prior to early shift before. It made for a miserable day. Was not going to have that, thank you very much.
...But he still didn't want to get ugly about it, even as the volume and rump-a-thumpin' actually began to increase next door. Thus was the resolution: he gathered his wits, his breath, his nerves and his manners, and began the shortest of short walks to what he currently viewed as his decidedly thoughtless neighbors. Maybe the fuss had an understandable justification, but it still had to stop. A peaceful evening was necessary, and in the first place he hadn't move out here for the hubbub.
Hey, another OC, totally cool with just CR(/lulz)!derpsiteMarch 15 2011, 19:08:42 UTC
[See, this was why Break wasn't allowed to move anything by himself. Or really do anything by himself, without Strike or at least Anchor or Graveyards along. But no one he knew seemed to be around, and that meant all this moving in? Break had to try that himself.
It was kind of neat, to be honest. And he was still kind of having fun with it, even as he knocked things over and ran into walls and tended to drop everything he was carrying at least once (he was just leaving the dishes where they were for right now). His missing leg didn't really help with that; he was pretty sure his prosthetic was in one of the boxes, which didn't really help him, and he was having to maneuver around with his crutch while still trying to carry everything. His intense amounts of bad luck were helping as little as usual too, though, so he was pretty used to it.
This is the sound of someone tripping over a box and going "ow!" as they come to answer the door, Saul. There's also the rattle of the crutch as they drop it, a short, amused laugh, and a pause. Then the Dersite is answering the door, smiling a friendly if sharp smile, cheerful even despite all the commotion.]
Oh, hello! ^_^ Thanks for replying. And heh, Break looks like he's gonna be fun.idkmybffpingasMarch 15 2011, 19:51:07 UTC
[...Well.
This was a strange-lookin' fella. A good couple-a heads taller too -- at the very least, tall enough that Saul had to crane his neck up a little bit to look the man(?) in the face. The crotch and absent leg weren't long unnoticed, and he could put two and two together where the earlier noise was concerned...
End result: Saul now felt a noticeably smaller man than when he had first come to the door. Bad enough to feel intimidated, but he also felt like an ass to boot. Literally.
Had to dig that fedora, though.]
...That, um. That noise I was hearin'. Awful lot of it... you okay in here?
Sorry for the huge delay; I'm not getting any notifs. D:derpsiteMarch 22 2011, 07:25:15 UTC
[Fortunately, besides the height (and those teeth and claws), Break wasn't all that intimidating a guy. And he at least seemed oblivious to the more irritated reasons his new neighbor may have had in coming to his door.]
I'm fine, thanks! Just dropping things. A lot. [He grins, apparently one for self-depreciating good humor.] I guess I was being pretty loud... Are you one of my neighbors, here?
Okay. It's evening, and the end of a hard day at work. Maybe Saul wants to write fanfiction, or listen to music, or even just watch a movie - but he can't do it with all that commotion next door. He's the kinda prissy kid who hates noise and ruckus to begin with - but it's doubly painful and frustrating when chillaxin', and quadruply so when it's sleepy-time. Speaking of sleepy-time, it wouldn't be long now before he had to bunk down for the night. What if that nonsense was still going on in a few hours? He had an early shift tomorrow!
And he'd been kept up all night prior to early shift before. It made for a miserable day. Was not going to have that, thank you very much.
...But he still didn't want to get ugly about it, even as the volume and rump-a-thumpin' actually began to increase next door. Thus was the resolution: he gathered his wits, his breath, his nerves and his manners, and began the shortest of short walks to what he currently viewed as his decidedly thoughtless neighbors. Maybe the fuss had an understandable justification, but it still had to stop. A peaceful evening was necessary, and in the first place he hadn't move out here for the hubbub.
BRB KNOCKING ON UR DOOR.]
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It was kind of neat, to be honest. And he was still kind of having fun with it, even as he knocked things over and ran into walls and tended to drop everything he was carrying at least once (he was just leaving the dishes where they were for right now). His missing leg didn't really help with that; he was pretty sure his prosthetic was in one of the boxes, which didn't really help him, and he was having to maneuver around with his crutch while still trying to carry everything. His intense amounts of bad luck were helping as little as usual too, though, so he was pretty used to it.
This is the sound of someone tripping over a box and going "ow!" as they come to answer the door, Saul. There's also the rattle of the crutch as they drop it, a short, amused laugh, and a pause. Then the Dersite is answering the door, smiling a friendly if sharp smile, cheerful even despite all the commotion.]
Oh, hello.
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This was a strange-lookin' fella. A good couple-a heads taller too -- at the very least, tall enough that Saul had to crane his neck up a little bit to look the man(?) in the face. The crotch and absent leg weren't long unnoticed, and he could put two and two together where the earlier noise was concerned...
End result: Saul now felt a noticeably smaller man than when he had first come to the door. Bad enough to feel intimidated, but he also felt like an ass to boot. Literally.
Had to dig that fedora, though.]
...That, um. That noise I was hearin'. Awful lot of it... you okay in here?
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I'm fine, thanks! Just dropping things. A lot. [He grins, apparently one for self-depreciating good humor.] I guess I was being pretty loud... Are you one of my neighbors, here?
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