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[Accidental Video Post]
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Oct. 9th, 2017 @ 04:48 am
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Getting up early was normal for him. Shadow needed little sleep as it was and with the last dregs of summer disappearing and moving into colder temperatures - sometimes sharing a bed with a scruffier hedgehog who preferred to use him as a body pillow rather got too warm. Just because he could deal with extreme shifts in hot and cold didn't mean that he wanted to all the time.
A cool shower would calm his inner Chaos until he decided to go practice and expend some of the build up. Doing so now would only annoy the other beings in the hotel, or gain more attention than was polite in the middle of the night. He'd settle in for some tea and a book until at least sun up - then all bets were off.
The painter liked his routines anyway, falling into them like well worn shoes and adjusting them as he saw fit. Sometimes the hotel would ruin his plans, or a meddling rogue blue would, but he was used to this by now.
At least it was late enough that he could shower in peace, making it quick to keep the noise down, before tugging on a clean pair of light pajama pants to at least finish drying his sodden quills. He didn't bother with the standard button down and slacks this early in the morning, just in case of an unfortunate tea fiasco, but he had a spare sleep shirt at the ready as he continued rubbing a towel back and forth, coaxing the quills to reform and stand as they were meant to.
It wasn't until he worked the left side that he noticed the line in the mirror, half hidden in the deeper parts of black, and paused. Blinking crimson at it, he shouldered the towel to lean in, his fingers sinking in and parting the fur as a streak of silvery gray lead toward the tips, following the line of red marking.
He sighed, then fiddled with the quills to see how deep the streak went, finding some of the dead ones in the midst. Plucking them free, he set them down, mentally counting as he wondered if every one was related to something he had to deal with from one of the boys.
Age never really bothered him much - he knew he was older than most due to containment and years passing by, if one wanted to be specific about it, but he supposed the visual representation was another reminder. Either way, he leaves the streak alone, now that the damaged quills are out, and tosses them in the bin before nit picking the rest of his quills, drying them to the acceptable point of upturn.
He reaches for the shirt, pausing as he gives the white of his chest fluff a ruffle, and frowns as some comes out on his fingers. "...ah. Of course."
Shaking them out and brushing his hand off, he snags his comfortable shirt and slips it on. There's a quiet little crick of muscle and bone working against one another, the hedgehog wincing softly before he rolls his left shoulder to ease the discomfort. His hand moves to it, rubbing the ache away before he scowls to himself.
"Bloody hell, if this keeps up I'd almost wonder if it'd be better to force a regeneration..."
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~ Night 100 ~ [Accidental Video Post]
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Apr. 25th, 2012 @ 06:40 pm
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*weirdly when the video clicks on it's nothing but white. It's a bit hard to figure out why, though the colour of the white seems a bit fuzzy somehow. Then suddenly the white seems to shift, and as it pulls back you can see that the white was actually fur, and the reason the view was obscure was because... is that a rabbit?*
*there is a white rabbit sitting on the laptop's keyboard, just idly twitching its nose and looking around the room. Where... these seems to be more rabbits sitting or hopping around. They're all different colours, typical of the species. But what's not so typical is why they're all gathered in one spot like this*
*the camera pans out a bit, showing that the laptop is on the floor, and on the bed is Sonic, sitting cross-legged and looking a little taken aback by all the rabbits in his room. On his shoulder is one of his chao, gripping onto his quills and looking just as taken aback. Though where the other chao is it's hard to tell, at least until Sonic's ears suddenly perk, and his expression goes stern while his chao's just looked panicked*
Yang! Sawaranai de, dun touch 'em! Just come over here, now.
*when the camera turns away from Sonic it spots the second fluffy chao sitting amongst the rabbits where they're gathered the most, sniffing at them curiously. Or at least he was until Sonic yelled out to him. The rabbits don't seem too perplexed by the little creature, but this is the first time he's seen one and he's curious - but at the same time he's been told not to touch so he won't, surprisingly obedient considering who his owner is*
*but as the chao moves to try to get to Sonic without touching any of the rabbits the little guy seems to startle the rabbits around him, and they instantly take off in every direction to get away from him. The little chao panics, covering his head with his thick paws and keeping still in hopes of avoiding them somehow. Off-camera Sonic moves himself, trying to get to the poor chao so he can get him to safety without kicking any of the rabbits, but just as Sonic goes to scoop Yang up a rabbit crashes into the little thing, and there's a sharp squeak and yelp from both rabbit and chao that makes Sonic look away with a cringe. From his shoulder Yin gives a little lamenting cry, and when Sonic looks back he can't help but match the chao's sound, as now Yang's sporting a pair of long white rabbit ears, which the chao grabs to look at it sadly. Sonic shakes his head, but he can't really blame the poor thing, and there's a soft smile on his lips to show the chao that he wasn't mad at him and he bends to pick him up*
... well... at least y'didn't th' li'l tail or paws, buddy. But lets getcha off th' floor before th't happens, huh?
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~ Night 99 ~ [Accidental Video Post?]
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Jan. 26th, 2012 @ 03:03 pm
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*it seems to be a pretty ordinary scene when the camera clicks on - a familiar view of one of the many hallways of the hotel. It seems to be a bit later in the evening as the hallway lighting seems somewhat dimmer, only the few light fixtures on the walls providing a soft light for anyone wandering around at this hour. Which seems to be one of the blue hedgehogs at the moment*
*amazingly, the hedgehog is dressed in an immaculate white suit with silver pinstripes, complete with a light blue shirt underneath, white tie, and a white fedora with holes in the sides for his ears to poke through. Under the white pants it's clear he's still wearing his bright red sneakers, as no Sonic would dare to wear anything else, but the sneakers are covered enough by a pair of white spatz so that he can get away with wearing them into a fancy place. Which seems to be where this little blue hedgehog is going. Though it seems strange, as Sonic stops in front of room 907, and usually the Sonic that goes to visit the painter within would never be caught dead in a suit, or at least one that was still in one piece...*
*before he knocks on the door Sonic takes a moment to check himself over, removing the fedora so he can smooth down his quills, which were amazingly enough brushed and slicked down perfectly just like his fur. Looking over him further one would notice too that the tail poking out from the white pants was also sleek, not scruffy in the slightest, and the ears the same. If this was the resident werehog then he went through a lot of work to make himself presentable - which would instantly make anyone dismiss this hedgehog to being the resident werehog as he barely combed his quills when he gets out of bed, let along manicure himself to the point of perfection like this*
*once he's done the last check Sonic reaches out and knocks on the door with a knuckle, rapping it gently and giving another reason to make one realise that this isn't Blue - with his strength and impatience he would be thumping the door down, suit or no suit*
Smokey, are ya in?
*he calls out, ears flickering slightly, and proving once and for all that now everyone's watching Knight in action. But... something seems out of place, though one can't put their finger on it, not just yet....*Current Mood: mischievous |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Jan. 13th, 2012 @ 11:46 pm
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*it's probably been awhile since one of the resident assholes has been caught on camera, but it would seem that he's taken over the table in his and Zonic's room with a few different catalog looking magazines and maybe a book or two. Most of them are fatter than an average car or motorcycle magazine, but at first look - it's definitely a collection of different styles of suits and tuxedos. Next to them is a glass of water that looks fresh and new, along with some bright, but very simple, flowers sitting in them. They're leaning a little further to one side of the glass, as if they were just plunked down in the middle of the table, after some of the magazines and other things were shoved about*
*as for the person who brought them home recently, the green hedgehog has apparently shed his leather and jeans for a comfortable pair of sweatpants and nothing else as he pads back and forth by the table. He's half chewing on an unlit cigarette as he flips through one of the tomes of pictures and looks more and more displeased with what he's seeing. His shoulders tense as he growls around the cigarette, which makes the bone-wing tattoo on his back shift as he turns and continues to wear a hole in his carpet*
God damned fuckin' monkey suits...why are there so many fuckin' different kinds? S'not lik' there's much difference between half o' these other than lik' a trim or something. Jesus, you'd think th' fuckin' man would have an easier time than th' bride who has lik' eighteen trillion more options since you know, little girl's dream an' all that shit...
*he sighs, lowering the catalog and frowning at it before he tosses the damn thing onto the table with a resounding slam. It jostles the table a bit, making one of the piles of catalogs slide and hit the glass with the flowers in it. With a wobble, it starts to tip, which makes his ears perk high before he curses and grabs at it to save them from tipping over completely. Some of the water spills as he swears, looking them over to make sure the flowers themselves weren't crushed as he plunks them back into the glass and then sets about grabbing what looks like one of his tanks to wipe up the water before pitching it across the room to hit a hamper*
*the hedgehog pads off to refill the glass and the flowers before he brings it over to where the bed is, moving one of Zonic's books over and setting it on the nightstand on his side of the bed instead. He smirks a little, moving one of the flowers a bit so it looked a little nicer before turning back toward where he was pacing. Instantly he's starting to grumble again, eying the pile of catalogs again as he takes a chair and flumps into it, his quills fluttering against his shoulders as he leans on his left hand and frowns*
...fuckin' hell, this woulda been easier if they just had somethin' in fuckin' leather, I swear... Why th' hell am I doin' this again? I don't even know if he wants ta do this...
*he asks himself before he blinks, wriggling his fingers against his cheek before he pulls his hand away from it to look at his fingers, mainly the left ring finger at the gold infinity band that he's got there. It doesn't take very long for the irritation to just kind of wash from him as there's one of those hidden genuine smiles of his spreading across his face before be reaches to grab another book and open it up*
Hmm... he really lik'd th' Armani that one time so...
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Nov. 6th, 2011 @ 05:28 pm
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*The feed clicks on to the room of Mr. and Ms. Rose in the other hotel. Amy is seated on the couch with her laptop and is looking... not her best. Her clothes are wrinkled, her quills and fur mussed, her eyes red from staying open far, far longer than they should. The infamous Bitey-chan is curled up asleep next to her, and little Chii-chao is perched on her head like a strange hat. She keeps alternating between bouts of furious typing and muttering to herself about where to go from there*
*Her husband comes in from off-screen, wearing a stern look. Without a word, he takes hold of her wrists, adjusts it so he holds them both with one hand, then shuts the laptop with his free hand*
Enough, dear. You need sleep.
*She looks up at him and blinks at him as if she hadn't even seen him coming*
Eh? But I was on a roll...
*he sighs and releases her wrists*
I know, dear, but you've been up for almost 36 hours now. It's not healthy to stay awake that long. Your Nanoing and newsletter business can wait until you're rested.
*whines and pouts* But NaNooooooooo....
*hmphs, then takes the laptop off her lap and sets it aside, takes the chao off of her head, and hands the creature to her*
No "buts", Amy. *picks her up and starts carrying her off* You can pick it back up once you've rested. And besides, remember last year? You stayed up for three days writing and all you had were pages and pages of the word "potato" over and over again.
It was experimental fiction...!
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Happy Birthday To You~ [Active]
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Jun. 28th, 2011 @ 01:22 am
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Who: Greenie (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) scourgeofall) and Z (zonecopzonic)
What: There was a national blue thing leveling up day and my green bastard doesn't know that Z's not a part of that national blue thing level up day...so he's going to be adorable and all that jazz.
When: On June 23rd, since Scourge doesn't know that Zonic's actual birthday is on the 10th like his, because someone never told him different so he's going off of what he knows. :D
Where: Well, it'll probably start in their room and then probably out and about...that is if Z lets them get out of the room at all.
Warnings: Hi. Scourge is fucking adorable when it comes to things revolving around his Zoney and spoiling the shit out of him. No one should be surprised after the boy asked him to marry him. 8|b So this'll probably be them being smushy and cute because they're really good about that. Will update as I go along because this is ALSO them and it usually ends up in someone getting sexytiems.
Also: Car, I know you haven't been wanting to RP lately, but I wanted to put this up before I forgot (because I know I will) so whenever you're up to tagging it feel free - no rush there. oDob
( There may or may not be some well dressed men behind this cut... o3o ♥ ) |
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~ Night 98 ~ [Accidental Video Post]
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Jun. 28th, 2011 @ 01:16 pm
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*the video clicks on with a loud thump giving us an instant view of Sonic from behind. At the edge of the video feed there is a shaggy blue tail that keeps thumping against the keyboard of the laptop, which shows that it was his tail that got the video feed going in the first place by hitting just the right keys. Music is also playing from the laptop, a sort of fast paced techno tune that would drive any sane person crazy after the first few notes, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him in the slightest*
*the hedgehog is back in his regular form, but he’s lying in the middle of his sock nest, which isn’t something that he would usually do… at least one would hope not… At the moment he’s completely bare of any clothing, save for his collar, which shows his fur and quills being in a complete mess – a variety of leaves, mud, dirt, even faint bruises and scratches are visible between the few clean patches on the hedgehog. It looks like he’s been divebombing himself into every possible shrub and mudpile he’s come across, and with the way that his tail is wagging in nothing but a blur it looked like he was having the time of his life doing it*
*the current view makes it a bit hard to see, but he’s playing his DS as there are little electronic sounds and music present in the room as well, and a faint glow of a light in front of Sonic. Every so often his ears perk sharply as a new sound pops up, before he snickers softly – the sound surprising deep for him - and moves to tap at something, causing a cheery sound to play. He waits a moment, before he taps at the screen a few more times. He then pops out the cartridge and sets it with a small pile of other game cartridges near him, then picks out another and pops it back into the DS. As the games starts he twists in his place and flops onto his back, holding the DS above him to make himself confortable for the next game*
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~ Night 97 ~ [Accidental Video Post]
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Jun. 19th, 2011 @ 08:45 pm
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*the video feed doesn't seem to really be focusing on anything when it flicks on, as the laptop is turned towards one of the walls in Sonic's room. All that can really be seen is the moonlight pouring through the gap between the curtains over his window, which throws a few weird shadows on the walls*
*somewhere in the background there is a bit of shuffling, and another shadow joins the collection on the wall - the familiar larger form of Sonic's were-side. The shadow shows what he's doing, which for the moment seems to be nothing more than sniffing at the air, nose pointed up, as large fluffy ears twitch and flicker about. It's obviously the night of the full moon, and the werehog is out to play tonight*
*or, at least he's meant to be. Somehow the shadow starts to distort a bit, shrinking back as the familiar sounds of muscle stretching and bones popping back into place joins the distortion. The Shift back seems quite strained, not as smooth as it usually is... but how is this happening when the moon is shining right into the room...?*
*the shadow shrinks down to almost Sonic's usual size, but he's doubled over to get it to that point, grunting softly. Then a short whine escapes him, but it's not one of pain... weirdly it's the one Pup makes whenever he doesn't get his way*
... C-C'mon, Pup. We talked about this... remember? Work wit' me here...
*Sonic strains to keep control, but the whine flows through him again. The shadow still shows that he's somewhat in his smaller form, but the voice that comes out next doesn't match it*
But it's Pup's turn out. Already Changed...
*Sonic shakes his head, miraculously keeping it together despite Pup's protests*
I know, buddy. B-But remember? I wanted ta see if I could C-Change back after y'do come out...
*for a moment the straining seems to ease a bit for the hedgehog, and he gives a sign of relief as he tries to switch back, a little smoother. But suddenly the Shift halts again, and he groans*
... why Blue do this again?
*he almost facepalms at this, but he can't blame the werehog - after all they did share the same attention span and memory length*
So if you need t'swap out wit' me fer any reason. Like if yer in danger. But we gotta practise, okay?
*the hedgehog nods eagerly, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and lets Sonic do what he was to. Which works for a while, as he gets closer to his original form. But just as he's almost switched back completely Sonic yelps, and suddenly his whole body snaps back almost instantly to his larger form. It happens so quickly that Sonic falls flat on his face with another yelp, shadow completely out of view now as he lays on the floor*
*after a minute of silence Sonic groans and sits up a bit, back as the werehog. Though when he speaks his voice isn't deep and gravelly like it should be. It sounds just like it does when he's in his regular form...*
Gods that fuckin' hurt... shit... wait...
*he looks down at himself, large mitts patting down his body, noticing the voice and body don't match*
... ohhh shit... shit shit shit this was not meant ta happen...
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My Heart Is Chained To You [Active]
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Apr. 9th, 2011 @ 08:51 pm
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Who: Greenie (scourgeofall) and Z (zonecopzonic)
What: BECAUSE IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN EVENTUALLY...
When: Sometime after Scourge plays bouncy bouncy with the zones and Zonic chops his quills because he loves his kool-aid oDo ♥♥♥
Where: Hotel rooftop for pretty sunset watchings o3o ♪♫
Warnings: DEAR GOD IT'S SCOURGE BEING CUTE. DIAAAAAAAABETTTTTTTTTTTTESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
( I'm Stripped Of My Pride / My Soul Surrenders ) |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Mar. 31st, 2011 @ 01:40 pm
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*the view clicks on to what appears to be a tiled room. A bathroom, obviously, from the large tub off to one side. That's not what's really interesting, though. What's probably really catching your eye is the blue figure standing at the sink in nothing but a pair of grey jogging pants. Bare from the waist up as he is, you can see the latticework of scars running all across his back, dozens of them, leaving him so scarred as to have little to no back quills. His left arm is scarred just as heavily, too, from where you can see it*
*all around on the floor and all in the sink are scattered bits of blue, some long, some short and it takes a second to realize that what you're looking at are quills. Zonic appears to be wielding a pair of pretty heavy duty scissors and he seems to be taking off the last section of the quills that once swept behind his head. He's obviously been at this for a while, seeing as with a sharp snip, the last bit of them comes away and he drops them to the floor, eyes staying on the mirror before him*
*they've been cut very short, snipped to blunt ends, and since he's obviously done it himself, they're kind of haphazard, though about the same length all the way around. He turns his head side to side, looking it over best he can, tattered ears flicking, lightly. He takes another couple of snips, here and there, to try and even them out a little bit, but finally he nods a bit to himself. Abandoning the scissors to the sink scattered with bits of quill, he grabs the damp towel that was left on the counter beside him and starts to rub it across his shoulders and arms, to brush the little bits out of his fur, completely unaware he's being recorded*
(( Hi. Zonic is a complete dork who wants to try and help his kool-aid feel a little better. ;; ♥ )) |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Mar. 30th, 2011 @ 01:13 am
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*the fact that there seems to be a rip in the wall of a random room is pretty much no surprise to anyone who is used to jumping and temporal bullshit, but there's little that can be denied as one of the Scourges stumbles out from it. He's definitely not happy, snarling a little as he looks like he's been through hell and back - obviously having been through a couple fights and all to get where he needed to be. His hands flex a little at his sides, his claws out as he staggers about, one hand moving to grab at the silver collar that's still around his neck*
*his normal attire has been replaced with the standard orange criminal outfit, though he's still got his boots on, surprisingly. A heavier set of cuffs hanging from one wrist, the circuit broken as the other cuff isn't on him at all. Then there's the much more obvious feature that he seems to be missing - his usually longer green quills have been murdered, cut shorter than most hedgehog's*
RRRrrrrrrrrRRRRRRrrrrr..........
[*leaves this here for angry references and everything* o3o;;;b]
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[voice]
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Feb. 23rd, 2011 @ 11:48 pm
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*Super speaks quickly, sounding breathless and urgent and maybe a little scared, but determined*
--'Hime-- or anyone- is there anyone in the clinic right now? I dunno exactly but it looks like Zonic's having a heart attack or--- something--
Just get the place ready, okay?! Gonna see what I can do to help-!
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[Accidental Video Post][Adult Content Within]
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Feb. 23rd, 2011 @ 04:15 pm
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*the resident workaholic tatterhog seems to be sitting at his desk doing who knows what. It seems to involve a fair amount of papers, though. It seems that, even though he's still in this place, there's a part of him that will never stop being a Zone Cop~ He's not in his uniform, surprisingly enough, though the helmet sits on the top of the hutch of the desk*
*the scene seems pretty normal, all told, until there's a crackle of -something-, distorting the feed, briefly, and Zonic gasps, harshly. When the feed steadies again the hedgehog has one arm thrown across the desk, the other clutching at his chest. Emerald eyes are wide, tattered ears plastered back against his head as he just sits there for a second, looking stricken. A moment later something wracks through him, violently, and he pushes himself to his feet, sending the chair skittering backwards as he cries out, the sound agonized*
A-Agh..!! Wh-What th-N-NGH!!
*another wrack of pain through him, pulling another cry from him as he staggers, clutching at the desk, papers scattering as he fights not to topple. He clutches his chest, tightly, a keening whine slipping from him, though the sound is wavering. He seems to be having trouble breathing and, as another shot of agony rips through him, he staggers and then slumps, still trying to cling to the desk, landing beside it on his knees, heavily. He leans against the desk, breathing ragged and broken, green eyes hazed and staring at the floor as he wavers, visibly and ominously*
... n-n-no... h-he--!!
*cuts off in another ragged cry as his whole body jerks, harshly, the pain ripping through him so violently it pulls the cry up to a scream before everything just... stops. He stays where he is, only for a second, before he slides, slowly, from where he was clutching at the desk. Hits the floor limply, his hand falling away from his chest, the other flopping down in front of him. Green eyes stare, wide and terrified but blank and dark, at the ceiling, completely lifeless*
(( >w>;; .... *RUNS FROM EVERYBODY EVER* ♥ )) |
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COCKS! [Active]
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Feb. 2nd, 2011 @ 01:42 am
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Who: Shadow (chaosheart) and Sonic (nevergiveup)
What: Expy wants to see his more grown up Bitty in person
When: Right after this thread.
Where: Expy's room~
Warnings: Expy has finally noticed that his Bitty has more to offer than just someone to tickle. Soooo... who knows where this is going to lead? Possibly sexytimes! oDo Will update as we go~
( I want to feel / I want to touch / I want to stop wanting it so much )
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-= 22 =-
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Jan. 31st, 2011 @ 10:04 pm
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*a familiar sight to the network by now. The room is lined with a multitude of canvases, many on the walls, just as many leaning up against them or put into careful stacks and piles. The room is meticulously organized but filled nearly to bursting, it seems, with art supplies and projects in various stages of completion*
*in the midst of it all near the window where a view of the moonlit snow covered city is easily seen, stands an easel, complete with canvas. The figure standing before it is familiar as well. Slender and lean, fur and quills blacker than the dark sky outside, but streaked with bright red and a splash of white at the chest, the hotel's resident painter seems to be hard at work at his latest picture. He also appears to be... singing?!*
*interspersed with periods of just humming, that rich familiar voice is singing along with the song that seems to be playing quietly in the background. He only seems to be singing the parts he particularly likes, though*
I want revenge~ I want control~
*He dabs his paintbrush into a bit of the bright blue on his palette and works on the figure he's carefully painting, humming briefly for a moment as he does*
... I want to break out~ I want to dive in~ To lose myself in sin~
*he tilts his head a little, looking over the equally familiar figure he seems to be painting, if the blue sweeping quills are any indication. Brings the end of his brush to his lips, thoughtfully, biting the tip of it as he looks the painting over, still humming, quietly, before he goes back to work*
... I want to feel~ I want to touch~ I want to stop wanting it so much~ ... Just wanting... I'm just wanting~
*smirks a little as he lets his brush work along the curve of what appears to be the figure's tail, just a delicate little flick*
... desire~
*a little pause, looking his work over, before he gives a faint sigh at himself, the smirk softening to something entirely different, warm and almost wistful, before he goes back to just humming, dipping his brush into the cleaning jar he has, leaving it there for the moment as he lifts another from it, wiping it on the rag he's holding against the bottom of his palette, and goes back to work with a soft fawn colour this time, unaware he's being watched*
(( Be careful, Redux. Your Bitty appears to have grown up a bit in the last five or six months~ Can you tell him apart from his Father? ♥ ))
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Jan. 13th, 2011 @ 12:41 am
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*Ken's room, sometime late at night. The monkey, unlike the blue things, doesn't appear to be any younger on the outside, there is something decidedly wrong with this picture. His hair is wilder than usual, his fur mussed, and his vest has many reddish-brown stains on it. His tails is curled around this staff and doesn't look like it's going to release it any time soon. His hand shakes as he pours himself a cup of tea*
It's all right, she's not here, she's not coming after you, she would've found you by now if she was, it's all right...
*he mutters to himself urgently, as if he's trying to convince himself this is true and failing badly. Shakily, he sets the teapot down and picks up the cup with both hands, then sits in the desk chair. The urge to bring his knees up to his chest in a defensive position is great, but damn it, he is King of the Free People and he is going to drink his tea like a MAN, dammit!*
*He takes a sip of his tea, then takes a deep breath*
It's going to be all right...
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Jan. 11th, 2011 @ 11:35 pm
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*a quiet room, caught in the dim light from the city, obviously some time in the night. From the size of the bed you can see and the sort of dichotomy to the things around the room, it's obviously one that's inhabited by two different people. One of which appears to be sleeping, peacefully, in bed*
*even in the dim there's no mistaking the bright green of the hedgehog crashed in the bed, dead asleep. The bed looks as though someone else was in it a while ago, though, and now they're not. Or maybe they are? The covers move a little bit and a pair of little blue ears peek out from them. Little tattered ones no less. A second later there are green eyes, peeking at the green hedgehog and watching him, curiously*
*he sits up a little more which makes it obvious that he's young, probably about twelvish from the look of him, and he moves a little strangely when he does. He looks around the room, a little confused, before looking back over at the bigger hedgehog sleeping away. Reaching over, he gives the green hedgehog a poke in the shoulder, lightly, and more than a little shyly*
... hey... hey, you awake..?
*a pause and a frown before he gives a huffing sigh and looks around the room again, tattered ears splaying a little bit, before he looks back over at green again. He just sits there for a second before he pokes the hedgehog in the shoulder again, a little harder this time*
... excuse me, mister..? Can you wake up? I... I think I need your help...
( *runs away cackling* ♥♥♥ ~~~~\o\ ) |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Jan. 10th, 2011 @ 02:24 am
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*the feed clicks on, quietly, and shows a familiar sort of room, really. It's got all the markings of being one of the Sonics rooms, though pretty tidy all told. A couple of guitars, music posters, piles of books and what looks like a velvet cloak and crown hanging from a hook on the wall in one corner, sort of forgotten amongst the every day clutter*
*part of the view shows the desk the laptop is sitting on, though, and lying across it, gleaming brightly, is a sword most everyone will have seen before. Calibur has been polished to her usual sheen, the red and gold just as gleaming as the blade. The room would almost seem empty for the moment except there's two little blue ears showing right there at the edge of the desk*
*they flick a little bit, swivelling back and forth, before they move and a moment later, there's eyes. Big wide curious eyes, one bright green, one bright red. There appear to be little fingers now, too, gripping at the edge of the desk as those eyes stare at the shiny blade curiously*
... wooooooooooow..!!
*one little hand reaches up and the hedgehog pokes at the end of the sword with a curious finger. Right at the tip, too. Where it's pointiest. Gasping, softly, he yanks his hand back with a yelp and stuffs his finger in his mouth, ears splaying a bit as he shrinks down again, just the top of his quills showing*
O-Ow..!!
*there's a second or two of silence before those ears perk back up again and then, a moment later, those bifuricated eyes are back again, peeeeeeering over the edge of the desk, completely entranced by the shiny sword~ ♥* |
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Dec. 17th, 2010 @ 12:14 am
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*well, it's that time of year, isn't it? Getting colder, snow outside, holidays around the corner and there's lots to do! It should be no surprise that one of the rooms has been taken over by boxes and wrapping paper strewn all over the place in a rush. A few of them aren't in boxes yet, new toys that that are separated into piles for who they are for: both a boy's stash and a girl's stash! Obviously someone's trying to get wrapping done since he apparently has the place to himself...and is sort of failing miserably at it*
*the green hedgehog looks about the same, currently out of his leather jacket and sitting on the floor with everything surrounding him. His quills look a little longer, just slightly, with some of the scars that used to be on his shoulder and arm have already faded away. Only vague traces of some of the shit he's gotten into over the years remain, though his chest scars are still there. Growling a little, he fights with the tape that refuses to let go of his fingers, cursing to himself as it just gets twisted up along with the paper that he's trying to put around a box. His ears fan back a little more as he ends up with the damned paper attached to his hand - shaking it a bit as he tries to dislodge it to no avail*
Son of a fuckin' bitch!
*finally takes his teeth to it and yanks the damn thing from his hand, spitting it out and snarling a bit at the boxes, before he looks at the clock and hisses at it too*
Dammit dammit dammit, runnin' out of time... fucking hell... they're gonna be home soon, I think they both went shoppin' and shit and fuuuuuuck I'm not gonna get this done at this rate...
*growls, visibly bristling as he tried to hunt down the scissors again to try and cut another piece of wrapping paper to try and get one of the boxes covered*
Gotta get theirs done and hide 'em...I can always get th' kids' stuff done later...though better hide those toys too in case they come home from where they got dropped off...
((*spams the comm some more* I BLAME THAL AND CAR FOR THIS. HAVE SOME DIABETES FROM A GOD DAMNED DADDYBUH SCOURGE! 8| ♥♥♥))
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Dec. 16th, 2010 @ 03:16 am
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*for the most part, the room looks to be the same. Somewhat neat, orderly - a typical picture of a Shadow's room. The painter is obviously in, lying on his bed, looking through a much larger sized book that looks like an art history book with pictorial references, for it covers most of him and his chest from sight as he turns the pages*
*his room still has papers lining the walls, pictures here, sketches there - but there are definitely new ones, not so neatly placed about the place. Finger paint pictures are taped up along with the charcoal sketches, bones and houses and blue shaped blops with spikes near other black shaped ones, usually two of them surrounded by other colors. A green blip is often next to one of the blue ones - one of the pictures has the green one surrounded by yellow, which looks like coins or bricks if you really look at it*
*of course, there is suddenly blue ears poking up near the edge of the bed - they wriggle back and forth a bit as one little hand reaches to poke at Shadow's toes - then disappears again behind the side of the bed. Only then does the hedgehog look up from over his book, smirking softly - his features a little older now, the dark fur slightly grayed at the temples, but other than that - he looks as he normally has*
...can I help you, little one?
*those ears are back, chittering softly before a book is tossed onto the bed - a children's book, brightly colored and full of pictures. The ears are the only thing that can be seen before the painter shifts his weight just slightly to look at what's been presented to him*
...story?
*the voice is little, obviously young and asking a quiet question. Though the dark hedgehog just chuckles and moves enough to start to lift his book up*
What do you say when you want something?
*a pause* ...now?
*he chuckles, shaking his head*
No, that's not it.
*another pause, this time a little longer*...pweeze??
*he smiles, nodding as he moves enough to close the book and reach to set it aside on a nightstand - only to show that there's a curled up scruffy looking hedgehog already lying on his chest, zonked and sound asleep. The little one mumbles a bit, curling more into Shadow's chestfluff as he moves and disturbs his rest, looking grumpy in its sleep. The painter reaches to put a hand to the little one's back, making sure he doesn't lose the hedgehog in his movements*
Alright, but you'll have to bring it here, little one.
Yeeeeeeee story story story! *little hands grab at the book that's on the bed, followed by another dark blue hedgehog crawling up onto the bed - his markings showing darker tipped ears, almost black at the tips themselves, the others look almost like Shadow's with the way the fur blends* Tell us a story, Daddy! Story story story!
*chuckling softly, the painter sat up a bit more to let there be room for the little hedgehog that joins him with the book - half waiting for something else to happen...and just quirks his brow*
...my, I seem to be missing a few children for storytime...
*the bed thumps a bit as someone jumps underneath it, whining a bit as another smaller hedgehog pops up, its hands over on top of its head as it whimpers and looks so sad that it banged its head against the bed frame. Sniffling and whining, the little hedgehog goes immediately to Shadow who helps scoop it onto the bed so he can take a look, feeling the little one curl into him*
...come here, let me see... *he looks a little at the top of the little hedgehog's head, finding nothing but a bump, and gives a kiss there* There, all better... we're still missing someone...
*one more pair of hands grabs onto the side of the bed, little claws digging into the wood as the last hedgehog crawls up and onto the bed - darker than the rest with white fuzzy patchmarks here and there*
Storystorystorystory! Yay daddy! Story time with daddy!
*with all the chittering and clatter, the sleeping one whines a bit since everyone was being too loud, yawning and clinging to Shadow a bit harder before rolling over onto its back to snore lightly into the air. The painter just laughs, waiting for everyone to get settled before he takes the book from one of them and opens it up so everyone can see the pictures - though it's a bit of a tight squeeze as all the children ZOOM in on it*
...easy, easy... everyone gets a turn to turn the page... now then... *clears his throat* 'Once upon a time...'
((...okay, some things to point out: this is in Old Dux because...well, even if it's cracky, Old Dux needs some more love rather than the dressing room. I'm counting this as a crack thing or perhaps a curse for reaction sake if you wish - but if I post with him again, this post doesn't exist. I know my muse, I can't give him children as a curse and then take them away, it'd break his pudding heart. So...yes. oDo WEE!!!))
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