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26 // action/video // facepalm. just... facepalm.

Nov 08, 2010 20:38

(( OOC: Second verse, same as the first. For the duration of this event, anyone who knew Alex has forgotten he exists, unless we've arranged otherwise/you want to arrange otherwise.))[ The narration won't make excuses for Alex. He goes to find the plasmids in room 71, floor 09 ( Read more... )

inappropriate mother/son relationships, today's special is word salad, splice up your life, foodstuffs of fighting, event: fear oh dear, radioactive spiderman, dude you don't even know what's in those, that's... not where adam comes from, angering murderous blondes, well hell son

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kindly_done November 8 2010, 21:05:28 UTC

[Jack is passing by, probably on his way back from someone's horrible bidding and/or mundane errands when he hears the sound.

He knows he should go, now, but he's still human enough that curiosity locks his feet in place, and his eyes turn toward the door.]

40410 November 8 2010, 23:06:20 UTC

[ Inside the room, Alex has started to talk aloud. He's quoting something he himself said maybe twenty minutes ago, and his voice is mocking. ]

"I won't go wandering about after! I won't!"

[ Then the sigh of him luxuriously stretching, which becomes a guttering laugh; then he calls out to - you know what, I don't have a bloody clue who he's calling out to. ]

I have no sense of... of... of fun, do I?

[ And he starts to open the door. ]

kindly_done November 9 2010, 03:48:40 UTC

[Jack takes a step back, lowers his head and glowers out from under his eyebrows, and hefts his wrench. The hallway is bathed in the blue of electrobolt.]

40410 November 10 2010, 05:02:39 UTC

[ When you have a shiny new toy, you play with it as much as you damn well can. There's a "hup!" and a "naaah na-naaaah, naah naaaah" and then Alex comes out of the room at the top of the doorframe --

Or peeks out of it, from completely the wrong angle, holding his glasses to his face with one hand. That Electrobolt glow is hard to miss. ]

Someone brought mood lighting!

kindly_done November 10 2010, 05:07:42 UTC

[He shakes his hand as if to loosen it--his burns aren't healed yet, and the plasmid causes an unpleasant prickling--then throws the plasmid, skipping back as he does so. He expects the splicer to drop on him any moment.]

40410 November 10 2010, 05:19:27 UTC

You asshole! You yeah what the fuck is he trying to you fucker!

[ Alex is very familiar with the motions of throwing a plasmid, and recognised them in time to duck forehead-and-eyes back to safety. But in the sudden movement, he drops his glasses. You made him drop his glasses. You bastard. ]

What's that you say? A barbeque?

[ Yeah, guess what that one plasmid was. He drops to the floor so that his hands are free, moves into the doorway and aims a coil of fire at the other man. But only then does he bend down to get his glasses, so really it was aimed at everything in general. ]

kindly_done November 10 2010, 05:33:50 UTC

[Jack spits out a low growl that could be a curse, if there was any articulation to it at all; there's not.

He switches to Winter Blast, and fires again.]

40410 November 10 2010, 05:52:38 UTC

[ He gets his glasses on in time to see the plasmid being thrown, and hisses sharply through his teeth, dodging.

He barely makes it. He has to throw himself onto the floor to avoid the pillar of frost, and grunts in pain, the jolt knocking off his glasses again. He rolls undaintily and scrambles on spongy limbs to pick himself up.

And now he is back where he started. SANS SPECTACLES. THANKS JACK. ]

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