Aidan J. Reilly (redclayheroics) wrote in marinanova, @ 2012-10-29 18:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan reilly, dean winchester, dirk strider, helix wamtani, hikaru hitachiin, jake english, kitty pryde (aoa), momo mizrahi, puck, sougo okita |
191//video/action//open
[ Prose-y preamble, not on network.]
It was such a strange sensation, not remembering where you were or why and yet Jethro couldn't bring himself to worry. Worrying was for other people, the kind of people he paid to take care of insignificant details like keeping the trains running and taking out the trash — metaphorically speaking, of course — and although the bathroom he found himself in was unfamiliar, he never once stopped to think that he wasn't supposed to be there.
Of course he was supposed to be there. Anything else would be ludicrous.
Stepping out of the shower he stopped by the foggy mirror, steely eyes narrowing as he looked himself over and slicked his hair back. The fact that he normally didn't even have hair to slick back didn't so much as register — as far as he was concerned, the rusty-red mop had always been there. Satisfied, he stepped out into the small, spartan apartment to find something to wear.
It was around that time that he spotted his ward. Cocky little alien brat, acting like he didn't know what was coming to him… cold eyes narrowed he watched as Helix stepped closer with a misplaced grin, hand raised to do god knows what. Naturally he caught it before any contact was made, eyes darkening with a silent promise of a world of pain, grip tightening into a blood-stopping squeeze before he roughly shoved the boy away. Ignoring any protest, Jethro continued his search for something to wear. The punishment for running away could wait.
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[ VIDEO ]
[ The face that pops up on the feed this rainy morning might seem familiar, but even those that just talked to Aidan once or twice will pick up on the fact that something is wrong. His usually wild mop of red is slicked back, the collar of his pinstripe button-up shirt neatly tugged into place. If Aidan owned a tie, you can be damn sure he'd be wearing it now.]
Good morning. [ Smooth, confident and without a single trace of the country-boy drawl.]
This is quite the weather we're having. Awfully dreary… not much one can do on days like this when trapped inside. It's a good thing we have each other to talk to. [A smile, yes he so does love to talk to you. No one needs to know thats not remotely true.] How about we play a game… I'll ask some questions and whoever gives me the answer first gets a gold star.
[ It's around this time that the door to the bedroom slides open behind him and a pissed off Helix wanders in.]
Will you tell me what the fuck I did?
[ There's a shadow of annoyance passing over the man's face, before fading into that deceptively polite smile once more.]
Excuse me. [ With that he tosses the communicator onto the bed. There's a loud noise of skin striking skin before he reaches over to turn off the feed.]
[ OPEN ACTION ]
[ After locking Helix up in the bathroom (you need to discipline your pets, after all) Jethro will take to the streets for a look around. Should you wish to bump into him he's easily found in Sector 2 and 0! While he still looks exactly like Aidan (possession and all) he carries himself with arrogant confidence and he's dressed a lot better than the farm boy ever would be on an average day. ]
((OOC: omg longest post. ANYWAY Aidan is lucky enough to be possessed by an old enemy from home! Video and action replies are equally wanted and there's a good chance that Helix will threadjack as much as he possibly can. Due to hurricanes, things may move slowly but you already knew that. ))