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mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 10:41 pm
midgardserpent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 10:41 pm
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[Ninth]
Action: Zemekis Corp. Offices
[Yes, Jormungandr still works as an office guy. No, he still doesn't like it. He still has no idea what the papers are for, or what all it means, and he doesn't care. All he does is draw scribbles or type random letters on papers he's handed and somehow it works and no one talks about it. Sometimes he just sits and stares at the ceiling all day long. That's what he's doing now, actually. He's a master of patience and being able to sit in one place and do nothing. He never thought he'd be doing it in a place like this, though.]
Action: The Park, Late Afternoon
[He still likes the park. It's kind of nice. And it's away from the house and the nagging of the drone wife. He doesn't like her, but he tolerates her. He puts up with her by staying away from the house as much as possible. And so that means he spends a lot of time in the park.
He's sitting on a bench at the moment, staring at the sky. He's been here for half a year and he still hasn't really gotten used to having a sky. It's actually fascinating to him. All that blue, and the clouds... and the sun. It's like nothing he's ever dreamed.]
Action: Olney's Tavern, Evening
[Crowley had inviting him to come by when he was on duty sometime. Now, Jormungandr has no idea if Crowley is on duty or not, but he's decided to go anyway, to see what it's like.
He's sitting at the bar, watching the people around him. They're drinking, talking about strange things... He wonders what the point of this activity is. He wonders why humans even bother. Their lives are so short anyway, like the tiniest grain of salt in the vast ocean, dissolved into the greater whole and never noticed by anyone. How do they manage to survive?
...what? He can get philosophical if he wants. What else was he supposed to do on the bottom of the ocean?]
[Yes, Jormungandr still works as an office guy. No, he still doesn't like it. He still has no idea what the papers are for, or what all it means, and he doesn't care. All he does is draw scribbles or type random letters on papers he's handed and somehow it works and no one talks about it. Sometimes he just sits and stares at the ceiling all day long. That's what he's doing now, actually. He's a master of patience and being able to sit in one place and do nothing. He never thought he'd be doing it in a place like this, though.]
Action: The Park, Late Afternoon
[He still likes the park. It's kind of nice. And it's away from the house and the nagging of the drone wife. He doesn't like her, but he tolerates her. He puts up with her by staying away from the house as much as possible. And so that means he spends a lot of time in the park.
He's sitting on a bench at the moment, staring at the sky. He's been here for half a year and he still hasn't really gotten used to having a sky. It's actually fascinating to him. All that blue, and the clouds... and the sun. It's like nothing he's ever dreamed.]
Action: Olney's Tavern, Evening
[Crowley had inviting him to come by when he was on duty sometime. Now, Jormungandr has no idea if Crowley is on duty or not, but he's decided to go anyway, to see what it's like.
He's sitting at the bar, watching the people around him. They're drinking, talking about strange things... He wonders what the point of this activity is. He wonders why humans even bother. Their lives are so short anyway, like the tiniest grain of salt in the vast ocean, dissolved into the greater whole and never noticed by anyone. How do they manage to survive?
...what? He can get philosophical if he wants. What else was he supposed to do on the bottom of the ocean?]
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Even if the weather was faked.]
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You know...I wonder if there's really snow here. Or rain. It looks like it's supposed to be perfect. But isn't not being perfect, make you enjoy the weather more?
[His voice trails off, and he sighs, wistful.]
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[He makes to get up, still smiling a little. Welp. Better go before he gets annoying.]
Thank you for your company.
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