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maskormenacelogs2018-09-01 04:51 pm
crassidy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-09-01 04:51 pm
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what's better than this?
WHO: Herr Starr and Proinsias Cassidy
WHERE: Heropa, porter and then outskirts
WHEN: Sept 2nd
WHAT: Starr seizes an opportunity to be a dickhead
WARNINGS: Violence, torture, lotsa swearing
[It's with a wave of nausea that Cassidy returns, two sets of memories clashing in his mind at once to try and settle together in some semblance of sense as he juggles with it all. He'd been sleeping soundly back in his world before he was so rudely dragged here, still half asleep as he was escorted through the usual procedures, fully naked, confused and extremely hungover.
He's not listening to anything he's told and very clearly isn't paying any attention to his surroundings, eyes half lidded as he considers falling asleep where he stands while he waits to be released back into this other world, assuming they'll order him a taxi or some shit. It's only when he hears movement beside him that he spares a glance to a familiar figure from back home, brows furrowing as he gives Starr a slow once over.]
Holy shite, your head looks like a literal knob end.
[The sentence barely finishes leaving his lips before there's a fist at his face.
When he awakens it's to unfamiliar surroundings, but Cassidy's become rather accustomed to not knowing where he is from one day to the next so his concern seems limited. More problematic is his throbbing head, which he cradles as he moves to sit up, muttering a low, "Ow, bollocks" to himself as he squints at his surroundings.
He's had better Sundays, honestly.]
WHERE: Heropa, porter and then outskirts
WHEN: Sept 2nd
WHAT: Starr seizes an opportunity to be a dickhead
WARNINGS: Violence, torture, lotsa swearing
[It's with a wave of nausea that Cassidy returns, two sets of memories clashing in his mind at once to try and settle together in some semblance of sense as he juggles with it all. He'd been sleeping soundly back in his world before he was so rudely dragged here, still half asleep as he was escorted through the usual procedures, fully naked, confused and extremely hungover.
He's not listening to anything he's told and very clearly isn't paying any attention to his surroundings, eyes half lidded as he considers falling asleep where he stands while he waits to be released back into this other world, assuming they'll order him a taxi or some shit. It's only when he hears movement beside him that he spares a glance to a familiar figure from back home, brows furrowing as he gives Starr a slow once over.]
Holy shite, your head looks like a literal knob end.
[The sentence barely finishes leaving his lips before there's a fist at his face.
When he awakens it's to unfamiliar surroundings, but Cassidy's become rather accustomed to not knowing where he is from one day to the next so his concern seems limited. More problematic is his throbbing head, which he cradles as he moves to sit up, muttering a low, "Ow, bollocks" to himself as he squints at his surroundings.
He's had better Sundays, honestly.]