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mallow_logs2013-04-09 03:03 am
swansongs) wrote in mallow_logs2013-04-09 03:03 am
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[Open] Sink me in the river
Who: Dyme Marsterson and OPEN!
What: He's just arrived and not having a good day
Where: Crystalden
When: Today, April 9th
Warnings: Language. It's inevitable.
[He didn't give a shit where he was, or why he was here. He didn't want to be here. He was supposed to be headed for Rayonnant, from Ceol, and now he was here. Wherever the fuck here was.
Dyme wasn't entirely processing his surroundings yet. He knew he'd managed to wander into the big city, the place where he thought-but didn't care-that he was supposed to go, and he knew that it reminded him of home but it wasn't home. Home wasn't even really...home anymore, not after what had happened. If he'd been more composed, he would have even felt a little ridiculous wandering around the way he was, all dressed up still from his concert. A pair of silver leather pants, knee high black boots, and a long sleeved mesh shirt, with various silver chains around his neck. If only that was all, but then his nails were painted black, his eyes rimmed with dark blue eye liner, and there was a sparkly black heart painted on his cheek. It was the kind of shit he only ever wore for a concert, when he was up on the stage, but he hadn't had time to change after what had happened. There was still blood staining his pants and shirt.
He knew he had to pull himself together, to just stop wandering around aimlessly and bumping into people, but he just couldn't yet.]
Get a grip, get a fucking grip on yourself.
What: He's just arrived and not having a good day
Where: Crystalden
When: Today, April 9th
Warnings: Language. It's inevitable.
[He didn't give a shit where he was, or why he was here. He didn't want to be here. He was supposed to be headed for Rayonnant, from Ceol, and now he was here. Wherever the fuck here was.
Dyme wasn't entirely processing his surroundings yet. He knew he'd managed to wander into the big city, the place where he thought-but didn't care-that he was supposed to go, and he knew that it reminded him of home but it wasn't home. Home wasn't even really...home anymore, not after what had happened. If he'd been more composed, he would have even felt a little ridiculous wandering around the way he was, all dressed up still from his concert. A pair of silver leather pants, knee high black boots, and a long sleeved mesh shirt, with various silver chains around his neck. If only that was all, but then his nails were painted black, his eyes rimmed with dark blue eye liner, and there was a sparkly black heart painted on his cheek. It was the kind of shit he only ever wore for a concert, when he was up on the stage, but he hadn't had time to change after what had happened. There was still blood staining his pants and shirt.
He knew he had to pull himself together, to just stop wandering around aimlessly and bumping into people, but he just couldn't yet.]
Get a grip, get a fucking grip on yourself.