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Thursday, October 16th, 2008 10:05 pm
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[ somewhere in this place, this mean variety of guy is sitting on the floor against a wall. he's shaking rather badly, a cigarette hanging dangerously between two of his fingers. most notable about him is his occasional wipe at his nose that refuses to stop bleeding, the droplets that manage to escape trickling down his chin and falling onto clothes that are torn and on the verge of filthy. ]

H-how do I always manage to get myself into shit like this?

[ ooc; i said he'd still be around, so... ]

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Sunday, October 5th, 2008 09:25 pm
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[ even having gone through a very real zombie epidemic, there's no forgetting one of the greatest holidays toward the end of october... guy certainly couldn't.

that is precisely why he can be found outside of his house, hanging up decorations in all the colors of halloween and various icons we have come to associate with it. purple and orange lights reminiscent of christmas lights, garland of various colors, fake spider web... yeah, he's pimpin' out his house, halloween style. it's never too early to do this! by all means, he's late!

and he may just be rocking out to a certain song by the name of "thriller". you know the one. don't hate. ]

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Sunday, September 28th, 2008 08:30 pm
[identity profile] blackparts.livejournal.com
[ it's always great to wake up and find yourself randomly on the couch. randomly without clothes. and randomly a male again. it was the oddest feeling in the world, really, and once the disappointment of his once bountiful chest being gone passes him by...

he runs outside, throws his arms up in triumph, and has no real qualms with screaming loud enough to wake the dead. all while still very naked. ]


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Thursday, September 18th, 2008 11:03 pm
[identity profile] blackparts.livejournal.com
[ there was no lie that she knew something was horribly wrong. there was absolutely no reason luke wouldn't have come home lately, no reason at all. and knowing that waiting would accomplish nothing here... still female jerk!guy is out and about, panicking slightly while searching around for any sign of the redhead that means way too much to her. honestly, she's terrified of what she may find. ]

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Thursday, September 4th, 2008 07:37 pm
[identity profile] blackparts.livejournal.com
[ here's probably quite the sight: a gai pacing back and forth in a random hallway in quite the unladylike state. button up shirt that's open rather low, beaten-up jeans, glasses that are a little too big for her face, a cigarette hanging from her lips. she seems to be muttering something under her breath, her voice occasionally rising in volume.

except, you know, this isn't just any gai. this is jerk!guy, and all of those things coming from her mouth past the smoldering cigarette aren't very nice. today is obviously a day of talking to yourself. ]

Luke, Luke, Luke. God damn Luke. I really hate being a Guy.

[ ooc; sorry for the spam, bbs. i can't make up my mind. ]

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Saturday, August 30th, 2008 11:15 am
[identity profile] blackparts.livejournal.com
[ another day, another morning. he woke up, as usual, a mess in the blankets and sheets covering the bed, forcing himself to sit up to keep from falling back asleep and wasting the day in the land of dreams.

however, this morning? something was quite different.

a little too different. hello, bloody murder scream that could wake the entire dressing room! ]

[ ooc; this is what happens when i'm bored. yeah, jerk!guy ain't all that manly anymore. he is also in the house he lives in [livejournal.com profile] tothedeathofus... but if you're creepy and/or passing by, you can check on him. the window is most likely open. and (s)he's topless, but hey! and, aha, nsfw. i did not expect him to be so compliant! ]

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Sunday, August 24th, 2008 08:46 am
[identity profile] blackparts.livejournal.com
[ he had it down to an art these days -- eyes locked on the laptop's monitor while his hands blindly and fiercely tapped at the right keys. with no hands to hold his cigarette, it dangles from his lips, the ashes threatening to break off into his lap at any moment. yeah, he's in the building most people seem to stay in, spending his time at a counter in one of the overly stocked kitchens.

just, you know, needed to get away from the horribly claws of sandwich the demon kitten for a bit. ]

I really, really, really, really fuckin' hate this god damn game.

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Monday, August 18th, 2008 11:23 pm
[identity profile] blackparts.livejournal.com
[ jerk!guy happens to be holding a wrapped box.

a wrapped box that has air holes.

a wrapped box that has air holes
and is moving.

well, a little bit, anyway. there's definitely scratching sounds coming from inside. ]

Uh... Luke?

[ ooc; he's out to bother his luke, but, uh... anyone can bother him. :3 and the box has really big air holes, okay. he doesn't hate animals. n-neither do i. ]


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