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entrancelogs2010-07-25 09:12 am
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Who: J, Alex and their respective mirrors
Where: All over the place
When: Wednesday night...ish?
Rating: PG-plasmid for plasmid and plasmid. Which means fictional drug references and probably strong language. Enjoy.
Summary: M!Lamb paid a visit to Alex and had some fun with him. Hopped up, he seeks out J to find out what's what.
the Story: Alex feels like his skin is on fire in the best possible way.
He's getting pulled this way and that by the dozen plasmids and tonics now chewing up and spitting out his genetic code. Guess what seems like a good idea? Everything. Guess what seems like a great idea? More ADAM, okay, but also, dropping in on a buddy of his.
How seriously can we take 'buddy'? Well, the strange white wisps that don't really bother him right this second have given him some memories back, and okay, he knows that at one point they were friends. He also remembers bitter arguments at the mansion, and he wants to know what gives.
He may also just be wandering. He can't sit down for more than five minutes.
So, J. This narration can only imagine your delight at the prospect of Alex Kralie turning up at your door. How about an Alex Kralie with wild, hungry eyes and pupils the size of dinnerplates, whose clothes are half-soaked and whose right jeans leg is bloody from the knee down? Or even an Alex Kralie whose bare left wrist is reddened and starting to swell from all the needles jabbed into it, and who keeps snapping the fingers of that hand distractedly?
Or one whose voice, when he knocks and calls out -
"J."
- is oddly discordant, like someone's recorded the voice and then played it back over itself?
Where: All over the place
When: Wednesday night...ish?
Rating: PG-plasmid for plasmid and plasmid. Which means fictional drug references and probably strong language. Enjoy.
Summary: M!Lamb paid a visit to Alex and had some fun with him. Hopped up, he seeks out J to find out what's what.
the Story: Alex feels like his skin is on fire in the best possible way.
He's getting pulled this way and that by the dozen plasmids and tonics now chewing up and spitting out his genetic code. Guess what seems like a good idea? Everything. Guess what seems like a great idea? More ADAM, okay, but also, dropping in on a buddy of his.
How seriously can we take 'buddy'? Well, the strange white wisps that don't really bother him right this second have given him some memories back, and okay, he knows that at one point they were friends. He also remembers bitter arguments at the mansion, and he wants to know what gives.
He may also just be wandering. He can't sit down for more than five minutes.
So, J. This narration can only imagine your delight at the prospect of Alex Kralie turning up at your door. How about an Alex Kralie with wild, hungry eyes and pupils the size of dinnerplates, whose clothes are half-soaked and whose right jeans leg is bloody from the knee down? Or even an Alex Kralie whose bare left wrist is reddened and starting to swell from all the needles jabbed into it, and who keeps snapping the fingers of that hand distractedly?
Or one whose voice, when he knocks and calls out -
"J."
- is oddly discordant, like someone's recorded the voice and then played it back over itself?
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He stands up as he says it, not particularly bothered about his regular's fate. Why should he? Guy's an idiot. So, kitchen or what?
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"That cake you made last time was really good."
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"Aw, thanks! Want the recipe? ...You're gonna want a plaster for that," he adds, pointing to J's foot, "even if only for the sake of the floor."
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...Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. Doesn't look like it's bleeding too much."