Cole (seeingmultiples) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-07 02:28:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
Entry tags: | cole |
Who: Cole and dupes
What: As stated in his journal entry, Cole is bored and that is never good
Where: Around the Carnival
When: Monday, before opening hours.
Rating: Low
Boredom was by far the greatest killer of most people, some doctors actually claimed that it killed brain cells. That in itself was enough to warrant concern, especially for the Doppelganger performer known as Cole. He hated being bored, hated it beyond measure. It made him uneasy, gave him sufficient reason to feel as though his skin was crawling and there was a distinct lack of anything to do. He blamed the fact that there was a lot of preparation work to do before the grand show, but here he was entertaining himself by spreading his dupes a little bit thin on the ground.
One was eating, not very productive. The other had decided it was time to reassess what Cole performed in. The third was following him around like a ill timed shadow and demanding they do something. And finally, the fourth? Was undoubtedly causing havoc. Not that Cole was going to stop him, not when he knew it was all in the pursuit of fun. What? It wasn’t like he could keep his eye on them all the time, not when he had other things to do. Like… pulling pranks and finding new and interesting ways of entertaining himself.
Currently? His fun consisted of seeing just how many times he could in fact hit the dupe in the head with some of the balls from Ashley’s stall. What? He’d been annoying himself and apparently this whole hitting shit with a ball thing was hard so here he was trying his hand at it. Wasn’t as hard as it looked, even with his dupe doing everything within his power to avoid the balls in question.
Unfortunately even that got old and Cole focused his energy on dragging the dupes back into himself, solidifying himself once more as he perched on the stall and stretched his very long legs out across it. His platinum blonde hair wound up draped across his very blue eyes and he tipped his head back, attention scouring the sky above him.
“Ugh… bored,” he groaned as he all but bent backwards over the stall, surprisingly flexible. He rolled backwards and caught his weight on the balls of his feet and perched, tilting his head as he heard a few giggles and his gaze rested on them. Oh they were new, definitely new. In an instant Cole’s form shifted and he was falling in beside them, determined to have his fun, one way or another.
Even if it meant freaking the hell out of a couple innocent college girls.