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Entry tags:
- ! audio,
- alice margatroid | shanghaiworld,
- larry vincent | gun_cata,
- † ai enma | miss_enma_ai,
- † anna lin | hotshot_momma,
- † hayate yagami | hentanuki,
- † kazumi hagino | yakuza_otaku,
- † minako aino | thevenusian,
- † noi | thetrueblow,
- † stephanie brown | gravityfists,
- † yukari yakumo | border_phantasm
one | voice
Okay. Okay, Stephanie Brown, you've got this one. You're a fine, sane individual, college student extraordinaire, and—
[ an odd noise comes through the Vine, as if it's protesting the way Steph's got her hands all over it ] Whoa. And here you are, talking into a plant, because a cat with a scroll lead you to it. Riiight. You know what else? None of this is weird to you. This is the life you chose. This is— [ a brief pause, followed by a groan ]
This is you, giving away your identity, and talking in the third-person. Out-loud. And, once again, into a plant.
[ cue Steph clearing her throat, as if deciding whether it'd be better to keep talking or run with her tail between her legs. Option A apparently comes out on top ]
So, Citizens of the Suspiciously Idyllic Garden. Let's start over, 'kay? Let me just say that I have no idea who I'm talking to. As usual. Anyway, I think you've got the wrong girl. Firstly, I'm more of a city dweller, you know, dark alleyways and litter all over the sidewalk, and secondly, I have so much homework to catch up on that you wouldn't even believe it. Pretty sure my grades are gonna suffer because of this.
You don't want me here! I'm terrible. I accidentally explode things.
Um, y'know. Metaphorically speaking.
[ she seems to have finished up, but then adds in a whisper: ] O, if you're listening – and really, when are you not? – endsay ethay Ricochet so I can get ackbay to the big-G.
[ an odd noise comes through the Vine, as if it's protesting the way Steph's got her hands all over it ] Whoa. And here you are, talking into a plant, because a cat with a scroll lead you to it. Riiight. You know what else? None of this is weird to you. This is the life you chose. This is— [ a brief pause, followed by a groan ]
This is you, giving away your identity, and talking in the third-person. Out-loud. And, once again, into a plant.
[ cue Steph clearing her throat, as if deciding whether it'd be better to keep talking or run with her tail between her legs. Option A apparently comes out on top ]
So, Citizens of the Suspiciously Idyllic Garden. Let's start over, 'kay? Let me just say that I have no idea who I'm talking to. As usual. Anyway, I think you've got the wrong girl. Firstly, I'm more of a city dweller, you know, dark alleyways and litter all over the sidewalk, and secondly, I have so much homework to catch up on that you wouldn't even believe it. Pretty sure my grades are gonna suffer because of this.
You don't want me here! I'm terrible. I accidentally explode things.
Um, y'know. Metaphorically speaking.
[ she seems to have finished up, but then adds in a whisper: ] O, if you're listening – and really, when are you not? – endsay ethay Ricochet so I can get ackbay to the big-G.