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vatheon2013-07-25 04:19 pm
helmetdoesnothing) wrote in vatheon2013-07-25 04:19 pm
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I'm all out of witty titles today
Who: Mituna Captor & anyone
Where: Plaza-ish
When: 07/25
What: Mituna being Mituna. Trolling around. Breaking one of his teeth. The usual.
Style: I'll match
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[Morning]
[He's quiet in the morning. It's sunk in by now that Sola, someone who had come to be a good friend to him, isn't around anymore. The troll is sitting by the coral, cross legged with his skateboard on the ground in front of him, moving it idly back and forth with one hand.
It bumps over the same dip in the stone each time, and each time he rocks forwards slightly as if the small disturbance in equilibrium is about to topple him. A lot of things about this place are good, and he prefers it greatly to the dream bubbles.. but he doesn't like how it keeps taking his friends away.]
[Afternoon]
[Later on in the day he's actually using the skateboard, rolling down one of the quieter streets in the bubble (and a good thing too, with his habit of bumping into people). When he comes to a short flight of steps leading to a street on a lower level, he barely hesitates. Most people would stop and dismount. A skater sure of themselves would no doubt jump the steps.
Mituna does neither of those things, but it seems he's attempting the latter as he bumps the board down the first step and promptly loses his balance, falling forwards and crashing face-first into the ground with a dull cracking sound. Rather than his usual stream of curses he only lets out a stunted, winded grunt and slowly rolls onto his side, one arm curled around his chest. He spits out a bit of yellow blood and half a chipped tooth.
Ah, maybe he's actually hurt himself this time.]
Where: Plaza-ish
When: 07/25
What: Mituna being Mituna. Trolling around. Breaking one of his teeth. The usual.
Style: I'll match
---
[Morning]
[He's quiet in the morning. It's sunk in by now that Sola, someone who had come to be a good friend to him, isn't around anymore. The troll is sitting by the coral, cross legged with his skateboard on the ground in front of him, moving it idly back and forth with one hand.
It bumps over the same dip in the stone each time, and each time he rocks forwards slightly as if the small disturbance in equilibrium is about to topple him. A lot of things about this place are good, and he prefers it greatly to the dream bubbles.. but he doesn't like how it keeps taking his friends away.]
[Afternoon]
[Later on in the day he's actually using the skateboard, rolling down one of the quieter streets in the bubble (and a good thing too, with his habit of bumping into people). When he comes to a short flight of steps leading to a street on a lower level, he barely hesitates. Most people would stop and dismount. A skater sure of themselves would no doubt jump the steps.
Mituna does neither of those things, but it seems he's attempting the latter as he bumps the board down the first step and promptly loses his balance, falling forwards and crashing face-first into the ground with a dull cracking sound. Rather than his usual stream of curses he only lets out a stunted, winded grunt and slowly rolls onto his side, one arm curled around his chest. He spits out a bit of yellow blood and half a chipped tooth.
Ah, maybe he's actually hurt himself this time.]