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paradisalogs2012-08-09 10:14 pm
exanimatus) wrote in paradisalogs2012-08-09 10:14 pm
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Who: Morgana & Zelman
What: Nothing cures boredom like breaking and entering.
When: Forward-dated a couple of days.
Where: Morgana's little city house.
Rating: PG...? (will change if necessary!)
Having finally given up trying to pretend that everything in his world is business as usual, Zelman's decided to find himself a distraction. Specifically, he's got his proverbial eye on a particular distraction that probably won't kick him out, no matter how vile his character. No big plans, just a few ideas. That's the way things always go.
And to be fair, he knocks. But it sounds like no one is home, so he moves around to the back and slips in through a window by completely melting off the locking mechanism. He notes ahead of time to promise to replace it, or something like that.
And then, having entered into said house, there's not much to do but... have a proper look-around. Poke around in every shelf and cupboard, check out every room, knock around a little for secret compartments--because you never know, and those are always so fun--and generally familiarize himself with the space he fully intends to invade.
When that's done, all that's left to do is wait around for her to get back. So he sits himself down in a chair and reclines back to look at nothing-in-particular and just... wait. He's pretty good at waiting, since he has the constant turmoil of his own head to disappear into.
What: Nothing cures boredom like breaking and entering.
When: Forward-dated a couple of days.
Where: Morgana's little city house.
Rating: PG...? (will change if necessary!)
Having finally given up trying to pretend that everything in his world is business as usual, Zelman's decided to find himself a distraction. Specifically, he's got his proverbial eye on a particular distraction that probably won't kick him out, no matter how vile his character. No big plans, just a few ideas. That's the way things always go.
And to be fair, he knocks. But it sounds like no one is home, so he moves around to the back and slips in through a window by completely melting off the locking mechanism. He notes ahead of time to promise to replace it, or something like that.
And then, having entered into said house, there's not much to do but... have a proper look-around. Poke around in every shelf and cupboard, check out every room, knock around a little for secret compartments--because you never know, and those are always so fun--and generally familiarize himself with the space he fully intends to invade.
When that's done, all that's left to do is wait around for her to get back. So he sits himself down in a chair and reclines back to look at nothing-in-particular and just... wait. He's pretty good at waiting, since he has the constant turmoil of his own head to disappear into.