Lost Soul (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_enforcer) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} clockwork_rp,@ 2009-02-05 18:10:00 |
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Boredom is bad for the Soul [Active]
Who: Lost Soul (the_enforcer) and open!
What: Bored Soul is bored
When: Late afternoon
Where: Rooftop
Warnings: Nooo idea
Time went on, days passed. Things went on quietly, nothing major happening on the network after that last curse.
And Lost Soul was bored as hell.
The Reaper reclined in midair with a sigh of frustration. Wings were beating frantically to keep him off the ground, about three feet from the roof of the hotel. Arms folded across his chest, a slight pout on his face. Soul had corrected the programming that made him want to hurt and kill others, but hell.
Why was it so boooooring?
"Almost not worth getting rid of the programming if nothing's gunna happen..." he mused out loud with another sigh, linking his hands behind his head. "Hell, even the curses would be better than just hanging around doing nothing."
He was used to talking out loud to himself, considering he was often alone. The Area Masters of the game tended to avoid him, as did anyone with any real sense. This place was a little different, particularly with him now staying with Nata -and who would've imagined that happening?- but he had a feeling the other residents avoided him because of what he'd done to Jade. The Reaper hadn't wanted to kill the man, but the programming...
Oh well. What's done was done, and the programming was gone now. Soul stared up at the sky for a moment, debating going for a fly then finding somewhere he could train in peace without one of the more jumpy residents finding him and sending up alarm at the sight of his scythe. The weapon was safely tucked out of sight right now, but he could call it if he needed it. Hopefully he wouldn't have to.
He let out another frustrated sigh. Why couldn't something, anything happen? Even just hanging around talking to someone would be preferable to just hovering here, bored...
Who: Lost Soul (
the_enforcer) and open!What: Bored Soul is bored
When: Late afternoon
Where: Rooftop
Warnings: Nooo idea
Time went on, days passed. Things went on quietly, nothing major happening on the network after that last curse.
And Lost Soul was bored as hell.
The Reaper reclined in midair with a sigh of frustration. Wings were beating frantically to keep him off the ground, about three feet from the roof of the hotel. Arms folded across his chest, a slight pout on his face. Soul had corrected the programming that made him want to hurt and kill others, but hell.
Why was it so boooooring?
"Almost not worth getting rid of the programming if nothing's gunna happen..." he mused out loud with another sigh, linking his hands behind his head. "Hell, even the curses would be better than just hanging around doing nothing."
He was used to talking out loud to himself, considering he was often alone. The Area Masters of the game tended to avoid him, as did anyone with any real sense. This place was a little different, particularly with him now staying with Nata -and who would've imagined that happening?- but he had a feeling the other residents avoided him because of what he'd done to Jade. The Reaper hadn't wanted to kill the man, but the programming...
Oh well. What's done was done, and the programming was gone now. Soul stared up at the sky for a moment, debating going for a fly then finding somewhere he could train in peace without one of the more jumpy residents finding him and sending up alarm at the sight of his scythe. The weapon was safely tucked out of sight right now, but he could call it if he needed it. Hopefully he wouldn't have to.
He let out another frustrated sigh. Why couldn't something, anything happen? Even just hanging around talking to someone would be preferable to just hovering here, bored...