"I fucking hate technology. Leave a message."

"You've reached the voicemail of Malchanceux Harris Apartments blah blah blah. What a fruity goddamn name for apartments. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

...

Maybe."

[This is the IC and OOC voicemail for all MHA apartment needs, wants and questions!]

Two more days and that was it. He'd packed up most of his shit and sent it ahead so really, he was sleeping on a floor and eating old pizza. It didn't matter. He was just cruising now, excited about the prospect of a new old start and getting off this fucking piece of land. Angels could only do one thing for so long and Loki's time here was ( Read more... )

Loki wasn't doing jack shit during office hours today. He'd spent most of his week getting beginning of the month shit done so he was taking a fucking break.

A break for him meant a nap in his chair. He didn't care. He gave no fucks. He'd probably wake up if he was needed, though.

[Open, if needed]

For lack of anything better to do, Loki was surfing the internet today. It was kind of fucking amazing to see how far things had come since the invention of the computer, really. You didn't even need to fucking talk to anyone anymore ( Read more... )

This fucking school was damn lucky he hadn't put his hand through the wall. Even after various distractions, he still felt like he wanted to jump out of his skin and having to sit in an office for awhile wasn't helping ( Read more... )

Loki just plain didn't want to be in his office today. He wanted to be in bed or playing video games or doing something that didn't actually require him to pay attention. For some fucking stupid reason, he was here anyway. He wasn't going to say it was because he had a conscious or something stupid like that ( Read more... )

Loki wasn't even trying to give off the air of working. He was lazily tossing pencil after pencil at the ceiling to see which ones would stick and which ones wouldn't. Sure, it could take an eye out but what the fuck did that bother him for? It's not like he could die from it. It'd just really fucking hurt a lot.

[Uninspired but open!]

Loki wasn't even trying to look busy today. His head was down on his desk, his earbuds were in, the music was loud and he was partaking in a nap. If angels meditated, this might have been meditating ( Read more... )

Loki was still feeling fucking apathetic. He had no motivation and no encouragement to do anything but sit around on his ass and stare at the walls. He didn't know where the mood had come from or how to solve it so he wasn't even trying ( Read more... )