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saveyourbrain2013-12-27 12:44 pm
bibliofilo) wrote in saveyourbrain2013-12-27 12:44 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
TEST DRIVE MEME
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> NEW YEARS. What better way to start out the new year than to learn that everything you know is a lie? Or if you are already acquainted with the network pass out some resolutions.
> A food fight has just broken out in the cafeteria. Join? Flee? The choice is yours alone.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.
Salvador Capello | Tzekel-Kan | Road To El Dorado
[it's a cheerful, sunny day, which means it's the perfect time to be cooped up in the dustiest section of Locke's library. that seems to be what Salvador thinks, at least, because that's exactly where he is.
a mountain of incredibly old books is surrounding him, blocking everything but the very top of his head from view. the reason for his outing sits front and center, although it's difficult to distinguish it from the other texts - an ancient tome filled with pictographs and a foreign language, every page depicting things more brutal than the next. he'd received it in one of those horrible pulses, and was determined to connect it with something and start making sense of this all.
the amount of time he's spent working is finally beginning to get to him; at the moment Salvador is idly doodling on his notebook paper, gaze unfocused and attention obviously turned inward. the picture he's working on is almost as startling as the contents of the book: a vicious stone jaguar, leaping at an unknown adversary]
b.
[he's not really interested in knick-knacks, but Salvador's walk through the park had brought him through the arts and crafts fair so he figured it couldn't hurt to give it a look. it's harmless and cheerful, something he sorely needs lately.
he's paused in his perusal for the moment, inspecting some Mexican-inspired figurines with a soft smile on his face. a hand wanders up to his face as he does so, softly checking to make sure that none of his concealer has worn off in the bright sun. this may be a pleasant activity, but the last thing Salvador wants is his tattoos being exposed.]
c.
[oooor whatever you want! I'm not picky come tag me 8D]
b
Er.
[ffuuu]
Pardon me.
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No need to apologize. It's a crowded place, and I'm properly insured had things gone poorly.
[it's not exactly his best stab at a joke, but he's been pretty damn tired lately. hopefully the general tone gets across all the same]
B
It does not appear to be impressed.]
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he pauses in his perusal to look up at the owner of the tent with uncertainty. said owner is currently busy chatting up another customer at the other side of the table, leaving Salvador alone with what may or may not be a problem.
brow knit in indecision, he decides to sort of wing it (haha) and gently places a hand atop one of the parrot figurines he'd wanted to have a closer look at. he doesn't quite move it yet, instead feeling obligated to somehow alert the bird that he's going to be picking it up. his tone mirrors his confusion, quirking up into an unnecessary question at the end]
Ah...excuse me?
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