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entrancelogs2014-10-24 07:19 pm
notrequiredtomakesense) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-24 07:19 pm
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[Open] Why, what is Tybalt?
Who: Tybalt Reynard "Rey" Avon and People
Where: Anywhere in "Storybrooke"
When: October 24th-28th
Rating: PG to PG-13?
Summary: Enter the pissed off ballet dancer. Or is he a King of Cats? What the hell is going on here? Here is his plotting comment
The Story:
October 24th
In a turn of events that surprises no one who knows him, Rey is pissed. This time it's because his bike (he doesn't drive, he's afraid of cars) was destroyed by some idiot kid in his daddy's pick up not looking where he was going outside the grocery store and backing into the bike rack. He really needs to get a handle on his temper, but that would require he admit he has a problem. And he doesn't!
Today, he's in the dance studio during the day or at the bar in the evening. Maybe you catch him in between or maybe you catch him leaving food out for the stray cat near his house.
October 25th and 26th
Surprise! He's in a decent mood over the weekend. He's decided that maybe he should stop dwelling so much on the disaster with New York and go for another company, like Chicago or San Fransisco. He's good and he knows he is. Why is he being a sulky brat about New York?
People who run into him might notice that he's more graceful than usual (which is saying a lot) and faster. Sometimes there's a strange smell (pennyroyal and musk) in the air and sometimes, just sometimes, his face and hair flicker, like a picture that isn't sure what it's supposed to look like. Try not to point this out to him. He's already weirded out by the eyesight improvements.
October 27th and 28th
You'll have to actively track him down if you want to talk to him and even then, you might run into a tabby cat where you meant to find Reynard--Tybalt--whatever his name is. He is getting real tired of your shit, Wonderland.
Where: Anywhere in "Storybrooke"
When: October 24th-28th
Rating: PG to PG-13?
Summary: Enter the pissed off ballet dancer. Or is he a King of Cats? What the hell is going on here? Here is his plotting comment
The Story:
October 24th
In a turn of events that surprises no one who knows him, Rey is pissed. This time it's because his bike (he doesn't drive, he's afraid of cars) was destroyed by some idiot kid in his daddy's pick up not looking where he was going outside the grocery store and backing into the bike rack. He really needs to get a handle on his temper, but that would require he admit he has a problem. And he doesn't!
Today, he's in the dance studio during the day or at the bar in the evening. Maybe you catch him in between or maybe you catch him leaving food out for the stray cat near his house.
October 25th and 26th
Surprise! He's in a decent mood over the weekend. He's decided that maybe he should stop dwelling so much on the disaster with New York and go for another company, like Chicago or San Fransisco. He's good and he knows he is. Why is he being a sulky brat about New York?
People who run into him might notice that he's more graceful than usual (which is saying a lot) and faster. Sometimes there's a strange smell (pennyroyal and musk) in the air and sometimes, just sometimes, his face and hair flicker, like a picture that isn't sure what it's supposed to look like. Try not to point this out to him. He's already weirded out by the eyesight improvements.
October 27th and 28th
You'll have to actively track him down if you want to talk to him and even then, you might run into a tabby cat where you meant to find Reynard--Tybalt--whatever his name is. He is getting real tired of your shit, Wonderland.
October 24th;
Rey's anger. That, too, he was familiar with, but had yet to find a way to help him cope with it.
Michael walked into the bar, and he knew he'd be there, hoped at least. He ordered a drink, something strong, and sat down opposite the other man.]
Rough day? [He shook his head a little as if answering that question for himself in the affirmative, then took a small sip of his whiskey.] Same here.
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Rey likes Michael, he really does. He's a good guy and a good friend. But there's a little tiny seed of dread every time they run into each other because of that whole "anger management" thing he runs. His dad had anger issues. Rey does not.
Still, he shrugs when Michael comes over]
Just a bad one, but what else is new?
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[The one source of anger in Michael's life that he couldn't quite get a hold of. No matter what he did, Gabriel would do something else, and then the anger would return. And it'd take a long conversation and a few drinks before he regained control of emotions.
That's why he liked Rey. He understood him, and was easy to talk to.]
Where's your bike, I didn't see it outside.
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Some jackass kid with a too-big pick up backed into it at the grocery store. It's wrecked. I was barely able to get my bike chain out of the wreckage.
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[He kept his eyes down, careful, watching his friend. He wondered how he'd handle this.]
You weren't injured were you?
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[Handle it? Badly. His frown deepens and he starts gesturing angrily]
Of course I nearly broke something when I punched the brat's truck when he tried to deny having done anything but I'm fine.
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