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I just realised. I've been playing Gene for like two years and never bothered putting up an HMD, so here it is.
You know the drill. -
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Because this desperately needs to be shared, even if it's just here.
In regards to an upcoming plot at realityshifted in which Gene is going to be chained to Arthur Eddington:
Crow: Yaaaay! -we must also figure out exactly what to talk about other than 'This is going to be amazing'
Me: but it is :O
Crow: Yes, yes it is~
Crow: I mean, showers
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Voice practice!
[this is Gene. this is Gene sitting at the pub. THIS IS COMPLETELY NORMAL FOR GENE.
ergo, he needs something Not Normal to happen to him. this is trufax. SO MAKE HIS LIFE NOT NORMAL, PEOPLE] -
For fa-chan and the R/s kinkmeme
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Post a CONFESSION Meme -
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Hate these things. [pause] Now, whoever is calling, you had better hang up. I don't want any of your messages, and I haven't given this number out to anyone. So unless you're Tyler, you got no business calling.
[beep]
(OOC: Posting this for Koen who might never get around to it otherwise. ;P) -
RP with sinister_charm
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[mind_the_muse] - Vendetta
The Cortina screeched around the corner, fishtailing over the curb and slamming the rear right tire into an unsuspecting trash can. It skidded across the uneven brick and bounced off the graffitti’d side of one of the lower east-end brick monstrosities with a satisfying crunch, sending garbage spilling out everywhere and eliciting at least one ( Read more... ) -
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I can think of something Tyler needs to get over himself, and it's got nothing to do with drugs or shrinks. Then again, I doubt he'd calm down if he got laid, either. Sure as hell didn't help last time he got himself a ride, the nancy boy. -
[shifted_prompts] - nightmares
As the car screeched into the canal, plunging beneath the waters’ surface with a metallic scream of tires and brakes and frame on pavement, Gene Hunt awoke with a start, cold sweat sticking to his back and neck, his shirt clinging to his skin like damp claws. The sheets beneath him were soaked through, the covers shoved haphazardly to the side of ( Read more... )