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Tweak says, "Castle!"

eugoogoolizer (eugoogoolizer) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-16 00:39:00

Current music:	Jem- "Crazy"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 08, derek zoolander, gregory house, jack sparrow

Don't Like Problems, I Don't Like Stress, Don't Like To Argue, Like Tears Even Less
Who: Derek Zoolander, Gregory House, and Jack Sparrow
What: Arrival Thread
When: Day 8, early morning
Where: the forest, near the clocktower
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Active

Derek groaned loudly as he came to, bringing a hand to his head and sitting up slowly. It must have been a wild party night, he reflected, pursing his lips pensively. Not only could he not remember where he'd been, he sure as hell couldn't remember where he'd gone to sleep and where he was waking up. Staring around at the unfamiliar forest and melting snow, his jaw dropped. "Wow... I hope that Mugatu didn't drive me out here and forget me..." he said, not thinking about his words the way he typically didn't think about anything. Glancing up at the cloudy sky, he wondered if it was going to rain.

Just then, he realized that he could feel something wet seeping into the snakeskin seat of his designer pants. "Oh, no!" he whined, scrambling to his feet and twisting himself around to get a better look at his mud-streaked backside. "Shit! Oh, this is hella lame! Why did this have to happen to my favorite pants?" he mourned, knitting his brows together to demonstrate his chagrin. Even though he was supposed to be careful not to crease his face, since expressions caused wrinkles, he was far too emotional to avoid smiling and frowning. Making a small, frustrated sound, he attempted to wipe the mud from his pants, only succeeding in spreading the mess further.

Glancing to the side, he noticed two other men. One of them was older and wearing a blazer over a t-shirt (so tacky!) and the other looked like he'd had a whack-attack at some point during the... um... the "olden days." Derek wasn't actually sure what century pirates had been in style.

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eugoogoolizer
2009-05-17 06:02 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, my favorite pants," Derek moaned piteously, sticking out his lower lip. "They're from Dolce and Gabbana's Fall collection for men! This pants were a gift from Maury and they're like best friends that I can put my legs and junk in. They're sentimental pants." He posed slightly to be safe, just in case there were any photographers nearby. "By the way... your look is really interesting, but unless you're going for a period look I'd really update your style. You look like whack with dreadlocks, OK? And... the shore..." Derek furrowed his brow, in deep, deep thought. "Are we in Miami? I could so use a bonfire orgy party to de-stress myself."

Derek gave an affected little shriek when he heard the older, grouchy-looking man bark about pills from nearby. "I know what kind of pill you need! A chill-pill! Just cool it, dude, and I bet that someone will come by with some good shit in a while. I just hope that the party isn't going to be out here. It would be really... really..." Derek searched for a word. "Sucky. It would be sucky." When he heard House proclaim that he was through with drugs, though, he looked really crestfallen.

"Hey, like I said, cool it. No one said that you had to stop living."

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