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tushanshu_logs2013-03-31 06:29 pm
dominare) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-03-31 06:29 pm
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Characters: Haytham Kenway and you
Date: 3/31/2013
Location: a little bit of everywhere, more specifically fire sector and wood sector
Situation: Haytham's doing what the British do best, chilling and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
Warnings/Rating: nonya
Earth Sector;
[ ever seen someone utterly fascinated by mold? Whatever the answer to that question was, it is now yes, because Haytham is examining a growth of black mold with the scrutiny and devotion of an usher at the New York Symphony.
For a moment, it appears he's content to look, and not touch. Wait a few seconds more, and you'll spot him take out a knife to carve out a sliver of mold, complete with a nice chunk of tree along with it. If you wanted to stop and confront him about his lack of environmental concern, you need to hurry along because he's scaling up a tree, nearly about to make his escape in the treetops. ]
Fire Sector;
[ there is a quaint little console cafe Haytham is fond of visiting. Maybe it's the tea, which has become rather lackluster since the rationing, or the atmosphere, which unfortunately borders kitschy, or the unspoken understanding between the owner and Haytham that he should be left alone to his own devices at all times, or at least until he needed a cup refilled.
whatever the reason, it's one of Haytham's usual haunts, and today he's settled in a quiet corner with his journal laid out in front of him, quietly tapping his empty quill on the open page. If you're very observant, you'll notice a slight bump in the journal's pages, where his precursor amulet is safely tucked. ]
( ooc; BUG HIM IN ONE OF TWO PLACES. GO FORTH POR FAVOR )
Date: 3/31/2013
Location: a little bit of everywhere, more specifically fire sector and wood sector
Situation: Haytham's doing what the British do best, chilling and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
Warnings/Rating: nonya
Earth Sector;
[ ever seen someone utterly fascinated by mold? Whatever the answer to that question was, it is now yes, because Haytham is examining a growth of black mold with the scrutiny and devotion of an usher at the New York Symphony.
For a moment, it appears he's content to look, and not touch. Wait a few seconds more, and you'll spot him take out a knife to carve out a sliver of mold, complete with a nice chunk of tree along with it. If you wanted to stop and confront him about his lack of environmental concern, you need to hurry along because he's scaling up a tree, nearly about to make his escape in the treetops. ]
Fire Sector;
[ there is a quaint little console cafe Haytham is fond of visiting. Maybe it's the tea, which has become rather lackluster since the rationing, or the atmosphere, which unfortunately borders kitschy, or the unspoken understanding between the owner and Haytham that he should be left alone to his own devices at all times, or at least until he needed a cup refilled.
whatever the reason, it's one of Haytham's usual haunts, and today he's settled in a quiet corner with his journal laid out in front of him, quietly tapping his empty quill on the open page. If you're very observant, you'll notice a slight bump in the journal's pages, where his precursor amulet is safely tucked. ]
( ooc; BUG HIM IN ONE OF TWO PLACES. GO FORTH POR FAVOR )
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Nobody else was claiming it. I'm playing here and grown-ups suck, so no grown-ups allowed. Shoo, go along now. [ That last sentence is said in her best impression of him. It's not very good, but the intent is clear. ]
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You need to be taught manners before you go completely feral.
[ he says with the calm of someone commenting on the weather ]
But seeing how you've taken to living in trees, I suppose it's far too late. A pity.
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What's feral? Is that like Will Ferrell, 'cause he's funny!
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[ if he knew who Will Ferrell was, Haytham would say he wasn't funny so Molly's point was moot. But he doesn't, and instead eyes up a nearby tree, judging the distance to jump ]
Your parents are dead; who is your guardian?
[ so callous. ]
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Ummm... I dunno, I guess Chase kinda 'cause he's the only one who's 18, but he's not here. Just me!