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kingdomdressing2010-07-20 01:46 am
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[Here's a sight that hasn't been seen in the Dressing room lately. Although perhaps it was better off that way for the current predicament he might drop some unfortunately victims in.
Strangely enough, Cid's not in a kitchen... or living room... or, yes. Even a hanger. His current hang out is actually the library. The very last place many might expect to see a Cid. Yet, there he is ducked in the confines of one of those booths tucked off to the side of the maze of aisles deep within. Out of sight of most anyone anyway. Maybe to try in keep his image? Some might have argued the case. That is, until they'll notice the bottles laying around his cubicle. And the fact that he is avidly staring through a book that he's holding upside down.
So much for being helpful, Cid.]
Strangely enough, Cid's not in a kitchen... or living room... or, yes. Even a hanger. His current hang out is actually the library. The very last place many might expect to see a Cid. Yet, there he is ducked in the confines of one of those booths tucked off to the side of the maze of aisles deep within. Out of sight of most anyone anyway. Maybe to try in keep his image? Some might have argued the case. That is, until they'll notice the bottles laying around his cubicle. And the fact that he is avidly staring through a book that he's holding upside down.
So much for being helpful, Cid.]

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[A few of the books he'd been planning on reading weren't there, so Cloud went looking to see if anyone else had them. Which, someone did, just not who he expected.]
... Cid?
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And then, with a sudden plastered grin, he set the book down and took a piece of paper (that, mind you, was already scribbled on with what appeared to be a bunch of important notes), and setting able to... Well, he definitely wasn't writing anything important although he certainly was acting like he was-- while scratching away with a thick, black pen that was most likely filtering right through the paper and soaking into the pages of the book he just discarded underneath the sheet. All the time, he chuckled like he had just discovered the greatest invention in the world.]
All tah the 'T'...
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Cid? What are you doing?
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His paper looked like a child's nightmare. There were all sorts of obscene drawings all over it. It ranged from Cloud with a chocobo head to Sephiroth in a dress.. that might or might not have been influenced from the dress story he once heard from Tifa
in good detail, too, mind you. It seemed though that the more it was drawn over, the more immature and, well, stupid, it got. Eventually going into the preteen roots of, you guessed it. Sexuality. Specifically body parts.lolpenisMeanwhile, Cid called out far louder and more dramatically than he should in a library.]
Makin' a jurney... to outer space.
[Yeah. Um. Completely unrelated much?]
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[Outer space? What? Cid, you are really a strange drunk.]
How... much have you had to drink?
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[Cid exclaimed this loudly as he suddenly went to jabbing his pen at the paper, effectively giving all his hard-worn drawings the chicken pox
and the desk, toobefore he seemed satisfied. He snatched the paper from it then, forgetting to lift his one arm while he did. A resounding rip and it was a quarter less of a page. But Cid didn't seem to care either way as he suddenly shoved it in Cloud's face.]AH AIN'T NEVER SEEN A SUN SO BRIGHTER THAN THIS, CHOCOBO MAN.
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[He doesn't even have time to really respond before the piece of paper is being stuffed in his face. Or part of the paper, really.]
... Are you okay Cid?
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[And then he proceeded to try and stuff the paper in Cloud's mouth, laughing idiotically.]
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What are you talking about?
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