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[Dec. 4th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
Ken sighs, feeling rather small in his worn Army jacket, sitting cross-legged on the ground near the sign with his faithful dog to one side.
He really doesn't want to ask this. But the alternative of breaking down in front of strangers like he'd just done was completely unacceptable.
"...Is there any place to get prescription medications around here that'll just take your word for what you're on?"
Ken hates doctors. :( Doesn't want to have an office visit before he gets his drugs, tyvm. |
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| Who is this mysterious redhead? |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
There's a redheaded woman approaching the sign, a little red wagon in tow. The wagon is laden down with drinks of all sorts- beer, sodas, bottles of harder stuff, even some juices. Anyone with a sensitive nose and a familiarity with homunculii will be able to tell she's a homunculus, but there's nothing in her behavior or facial expressions that suggests someone in particular, and Envy was hardly the only homunculus who could alter his form.
Looks like a new homunculus in town. Of course, you normal humans won't notice a thing except that this lady really likes her drinks, and looks like she needs to gain about twenty pounds. She dresses like your typical barfly, and she's got an impish smile that suggests she giggled longer than fifteen seconds over whatever she's up to.
The wagon seems to be giving her a little bit of trouble, but not too much. Finally, she pulls it up next to the sign and grabs a stool, perching on it. "So what's your favorite drink?" she asks, still grinning. She grabs a Mike's Hard Lemonade from the wagon and opens it, taking a sip. "You're all welcome to something."
((OOC Note: This really is Envy, yes. He has found a new constant disguise that he wants to abuse for evil. However, no, your character can't tell it's Envy. :P And the drinks are LOL'd. Prepare to have a character sparkling like a certain failvamp from a certain book series that may or may not be called Twilight. As per usual, LOL is voluntary for the muns and the drink could end up doing absolutely nothing if you want to answer but not be LOL'd.)) |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2009|09:11 pm] |
Does Erzebet ever sleep? Her eyes are saying she should but doesn't, and her slow, shuffling steps confirm this. It's obvious she's attempted to sleep, and smell tells you she's attempted self-medication. She looks mildly haunted, though her jaw is set in an angry line. Erzebet comes to a stop and inhales deeply, her words coming out in a rolling thunder of pique.
"Is there not a single person that has a good sleeping pill?" She looks about, glaring. |
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