[Florence likes to consider himself creative ( Read more... )

[The front doors of the DR burst open and in walks someone that should be more than vaguely familiar. In hand is a suitcase stuffed to overflowing with various little nick knacks and clothes. He lets out a sigh, drops the suitcase on the ground and slips off his sunglasses.]

MARIK! I'm -- ... home?

[He looks around swiftly, taking in the sight of ( Read more... )

[For the first time in a long time, the PA system is being used. It screeches to life, a bit of dust shooting out from the speakers.ATTENTION DRESSING ROOM RESIDENTS ( Read more... )

[Somewhere in the DR, Florence is chillaxing in the onsen/sauna thing. Either way, he's naked and his obviously flat chest is on display. Because he is shameless, but at least he isn't stealing five thousand dollars stuffed in a trash bag from strip clubs with his level of shameless. ]

Oh, this is nice~

[And in the little floaty bucket thing, he ( Read more... )

[Florence is in the middle of the lobby like he always is the attention whore that he is. He's dolled up in goofy looking midevil-meets-fail clothing and he's holding a lute.

Yes, my friends, Florence is a bard. Enjoy his singing, for he is wishing with all of his might that he could do something to resist this IRRESISTIBLE URGE TO SING.]

Can you ( Read more... )

[Florence is hanging out in the cafe, reading a news paper, sipping a cup of tea. You know, minding his own business.

He's also very naked. And doesn't seem to be at all phased by the draft.]

[If one happens to be looking for Florence, or just passing by the weight room, one might see said Florence pumping iron ( Read more... )

[If you were to be in the lobby right now, you will probably see Florence sitting contentedly behind what was once just a table. Said table has two wooden poles attached to it with massive amounts of rainbow duct tape, cause it isn't YuGiOh unless rainbows are involved somehow.

Attached to the top of the poles are a sign reading THERAPY Or ( Read more... )

[Florence is on something resembling a soap box. It's a tall one, and he has a megaphone in his hand.]

OI. THIS IS A BAKURA CONVENTION.

[Florence is currently sitting on the edge of the fountain peering in with a mixed look of disgust and horror. Oh, he's tasted it (against his better judgment) and he knows exactly what is in this fountain.]

Green beer? Who's fucking great idea was that? It's green and frothy, that's number one on the list of things You Should Not Consume.

[ ( Read more... )