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asgardmeridiem2012-03-26 11:36 pm
deadlock) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-03-26 11:36 pm
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Who: nathaniel renko & james devlin.
What: doing what creaky old men do best. yapping.
When: night time is the best time.
Where: sigyn house.
Rating: pg-13/tba?
Renko could handle things like waking up in strange places, lions on the loose, and to even some extent, random stabbings— but when videos of childrens' heads exploding for no particular reason began cropping up, he'd decided that was enough for him. That was a little too gruesome and bizarre for his still-adjusting tastes. It wasn't too much, but coupled with his feeling of severe displacement in his odd little room in the even odder yellow-green house, he needed something familiar.
After leaving a clumsy message for Devlin (one that he made a point to avoid sounding desperate; it was just a simple request for him to stop by whenever he had the time), Renko saved his pacing for later and instead sat on the edge of the bed, resting his head in his hands while he tiredly leaned forward.
On second thought, maybe he didn't have the energy for Devlin... Not that he was expecting much. Though he wasn't sure what time it was, he could see it was dark out. James probably wouldn't even see his message until morning.
What: doing what creaky old men do best. yapping.
When: night time is the best time.
Where: sigyn house.
Rating: pg-13/tba?
Renko could handle things like waking up in strange places, lions on the loose, and to even some extent, random stabbings— but when videos of childrens' heads exploding for no particular reason began cropping up, he'd decided that was enough for him. That was a little too gruesome and bizarre for his still-adjusting tastes. It wasn't too much, but coupled with his feeling of severe displacement in his odd little room in the even odder yellow-green house, he needed something familiar.
After leaving a clumsy message for Devlin (one that he made a point to avoid sounding desperate; it was just a simple request for him to stop by whenever he had the time), Renko saved his pacing for later and instead sat on the edge of the bed, resting his head in his hands while he tiredly leaned forward.
On second thought, maybe he didn't have the energy for Devlin... Not that he was expecting much. Though he wasn't sure what time it was, he could see it was dark out. James probably wouldn't even see his message until morning.