Artist's Block

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[a lonely namine has just finished up using all the pages in her sketchbook. without a new one or any ideas to keep herself busy, she has nothing to do but to mope around on a couch, waiting for some random entertainment to pop up she supposes]

[to herself] I don't have much of a life, do I?

[ooc: bother her. you know you want to]

Comments

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

I guess not, huh?

[This guy is in your room, trollin' yer depressed kiddos. He's actually behind the couch, sitting against the back of it. It's questionable how long he's been there, because there doesn't seem to be a sense of time with this guy if he's coming or going or what. Either way, he's there, and now that he spoke he's flipping his lighten open and closed. While wearing his comically thick leather gloves, jeans, and a messy T-shirt]

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

Don't know anyone here yet?

[female Sora here.]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[sits up and looks over the couch to find an axel, and is shocked. she had no clue someone was that closeby to hear her. blushes a little out of embarrasment]

W-where did you come from?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[looks up to see someone she has not met yet]

I've met a few people, but it seems I've still a lone artist. [smile shyly]

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

[smiles back.]

This place is a lot better if you've got friends, though.

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should break out of my shell then.

[glances at sketchbook]

Hmm.

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

Definitely. Can't hurt, right?

[...peeks at her sketchbook curiously. knows little about Namines.]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

Hm. I'm not very good at talking, however.

[doesn't mind. smiles]

Do you want to look through it?

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

You don't seem bad at it...

Sure!

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

You don't see it, I guess. But I get uncontrollably nervous when I'm talking to people.

[picks up sketchbook and holds it up to you.] Here, don't expect anything good though.

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

Really? [D: face]

[takes it gently, flipping through it.] These are really good!

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[looks at you] Yeah...I guess I hid it pretty well. [fidgets a bit]

[looks down and rubs the back of her neck] Thanks. I spent most of my time drawing those.

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, I guess.

[Even so, he's snickering and pointing straight down]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[looks down to where he's pointing...]

The floor?

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

[Indeed, the floor... or more specifically, a trap-door in the floor. Was that there before? Probably not. Either way, there appears to be a trap-door in the floor right at this guy's feet now]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[sees trap door and is utterly surprised. that wasn't there the last time she looked.]

Do you usually scare people like this?

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

Oh, I scared you?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[s-sweatdrop. why does she feel something mischeivous is going to happen?]

N-no. It was just a...a...[can't think of anything]

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

[Lighter flick open, closed, open, closed. Except now we're also igniting it each time we open it, idly smirking still]

It's the hair, right?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[nervous chuckle. this guy has some sense of humor.]

Sure...[frowns at his actions with the lighter]...I'm guessing you're not afraid of being burnt.

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

With gloves like these? [Thick, black, leather. He arches and eyebrow, just chuckling] Not really, no.

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[slightly shakes her head.]

So tell me, what other pratical jokes do you love to pull on the unsuspecting?

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

Oh, the usual. Chloroform, abduction, rape, bondage, multilation, a little homicide at times. Maybe go all Hannibal Lector on them if I get in the mood.

[Snickering. He probably doesn't mean any of that. Probably. It sounds like sarcasm anyway]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[thinks he's probably joking, has a feeling she can't really tell with this guy.]

[playfully] I wonder what I'm in for...

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

Who knows? [He raises his arm in the air for a dramatic shrug... and then a little washcloth falls out of his sleeve. A washcloth with a rather... suspicious scent on it. This guy blinks, and then shrugs. This may or may not be a sick joke.

...In fact it probably is]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[OH HELL NO...]

D-d-d-don't tell me t-that's what I t-think it is...

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

Depends. What do you think it is?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[This is an interesting character.]

Chloroform? [recalls that was only the beginning of his list]

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

[Lawl, thanks? Either way, he grins a little at that. A kinda.. 'lol rape face' grin. He shrugs dramatically at it though] Iunno how that got there. [Oh yes, that's sincere]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[cringes...a 'rape face' isn't exactly the most comforting] I'm sure...

What exactly do you have in mind there?

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

Well, ponies for one.

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

How cute. [is not that amused.]