➢ Barnaby Brooks Jr. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mindgooshed) wrote2011-11-05 06:20 pm
mindgooshed) wrote2011-11-05 06:20 pm
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.oo1 // ACTION + VOICE
[ it smells like dirt.
barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.
but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.
but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]
VOICE;
Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?
[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]
[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]
barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.
but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.
but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]
VOICE;
Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?
[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]
[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]
[Voice]
[Voice]
Right, someone mentioned it earlier; I'll be by shortly, thank you.
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[ LMAO AND ON TO ACTION I SUPPOSE. ]
[Action]
And to make this action A Thing, Shiki will as promised have the door to All Passions propped open as a sign of which building is correct. She's not entirely sure what to be looking out for in terms of the man she was just speaking to, but she's used to people just wandering in and out. Take your time, Barnaby. Take. Your. Time.]
[Action]
and he doesn't approach anyone directly because he's got to snoop around first, check all the clothing racks, inspect labels and seams and overall handiwork because fashion is serious business. ]
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She can't keep quiet for too long though, so after about five or ten minutes of snooping she'll look up and address him.]
...can I help you?
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Yes, actually - I believe we spoke over the journals.
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Yes, they're very good. Are all of them yours? [ gesturing to all the racks behind him. ]
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Do you think you could alter this for me?
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That won't be a problem.
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Now is fine; I have time.
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Please, don't inconvenience yourself - I don't mind waiting, if you have other things to do.
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Is that good enough?
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You can choose the color?
[ because seriously he'd be okay without wings this color (http://imagescostumes.com/images/fabrics/thumbnails/Dance%20Crepe/Electric%20pink%20dance%20crepe.JPG) okay can he change them please. ]
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Are the colors randomly chosen?
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