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20th Confessional [Ghostly Action]
Mar. 31st, 2011 08:21 pm[March 31st, 2011. Thursday, 3:00 PM.
He thought maybe the Malnosso'd let him off the hook. Because they do do that sometimes, right? But no, no. They decided that just wouldn't be a very viable option for Wolfie here. While he's lazily walking around the grocery with a basket in arm, he reaches for something on the shelf and finds—to his horror, dear lord no—his hand passes right through the shelf. Not a moment later, the basket slips right through his paling arm and clatters loudly to the ground, sending a few jars to splatter out in glass shrapnel.
Basically, his mind consists of JFDLGKJDFLGDFG;F;GDFG;DF;GFGKFD, and so on.
... Fantastic. Fantastic. Their humor cannot be any worse. This is fuckin' diabolical.
He hovers in a frenzy out the door, transparent—so much so that his legs from the thigh down aren't visible at all.
This... is going to be difficult to handle. He really doesn't want to go home and freak anyone out, so... he'll just, uh. Hover into the outskirts of the forest and wait for the experiment to end. He'll just say he was kidnapped. Yeah! They came along and droid-nabbed him. This ghost will just be circling one spot in the forest, looking deep in though. Funnily enough, he feels less depressed about this than he should be. Meh.
...]
... I wish I could drink something strong right about now.
[You can catch him in the grocery store, hovering with haste out of the village, or hanging around the forest in the day (or night). :|b
But eventually, he does decide to hover back to the apartments. And he'll just... float through the front door, after floating through the apartment and up the stairs. Helloooo, anyone home? >_>]
... Needle Noggin? Meryl? Milly? Anyone here?
((ooc: Icons aren't changing. |D Imagine a gray-ish transparent Wolfwood and you'll do mighty well. also WHOOP EDITS 1,000 TIMES.))
He thought maybe the Malnosso'd let him off the hook. Because they do do that sometimes, right? But no, no. They decided that just wouldn't be a very viable option for Wolfie here. While he's lazily walking around the grocery with a basket in arm, he reaches for something on the shelf and finds—to his horror, dear lord no—his hand passes right through the shelf. Not a moment later, the basket slips right through his paling arm and clatters loudly to the ground, sending a few jars to splatter out in glass shrapnel.
Basically, his mind consists of JFDLGKJDFLGDFG;F;GDFG;DF;GFGKFD, and so on.
... Fantastic. Fantastic. Their humor cannot be any worse. This is fuckin' diabolical.
He hovers in a frenzy out the door, transparent—so much so that his legs from the thigh down aren't visible at all.
This... is going to be difficult to handle. He really doesn't want to go home and freak anyone out, so... he'll just, uh. Hover into the outskirts of the forest and wait for the experiment to end. He'll just say he was kidnapped. Yeah! They came along and droid-nabbed him. This ghost will just be circling one spot in the forest, looking deep in though. Funnily enough, he feels less depressed about this than he should be. Meh.
...]
... I wish I could drink something strong right about now.
[You can catch him in the grocery store, hovering with haste out of the village, or hanging around the forest in the day (or night). :|b
But eventually, he does decide to hover back to the apartments. And he'll just... float through the front door, after floating through the apartment and up the stairs. Helloooo, anyone home? >_>]
... Needle Noggin? Meryl? Milly? Anyone here?
((ooc: Icons aren't changing. |D Imagine a gray-ish transparent Wolfwood and you'll do mighty well. also WHOOP EDITS 1,000 TIMES.))
