video; un: wallofsleep

[cacophonish]

[ Here's a YOUUUUTH, drunk off of moon-themed cocktails, laying back on a park bench, a red cloak spread out beneath him. It's totally at odds with the rest of his outfit: ratty jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, and a leather bomber jacket. But damn it, he's rocking the Lil Red Riding Hood look all the same.

And he's singing, eyes closed, seemingly to himself. Just, y'know, tipsy and enjoying all the celebration and revelry going on. ]

Under blue moon I saw you... So so~ooon you'll take me... up in your arms, too late to beg you, or cancel it though I know it must be: the killing time. [ He smiles dreamily, exhaling. ] Unwillingly mine...

[ Now he opens his eyes. It's harder to seem all chill and laid back when he's actually looking at... whoever the hell this message is for. There's a haunted look in his eyes, and his smile seems forced, almost a grimace. It's the smile of a hostage trying to assure their would-be rescuers that everything's fine! ]

Hey, whoever the werewolf is, can you come and bite me already? [ He makes a face, wrinkling his nose, as if really thinking on it. ] That's how the game's played, right?

Comments

[cacophonish]

Oh yeah, that transformation scene's gnarly.

[ He thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers. ]

Spandex, dude. Problem solved!

[fuckingtragedy]

...sorry just. The mental image of a wolf in spandex.

[cacophonish]

Practical and fashionable, right? That wolf's ready to do some Sweatin' to the Oldies.

[fuckingtragedy]

Or battle a supervillain.

[cacophonish]

I wonder who his arch-enemy would be. Some kinda... super-powered Cruella DeVille. She just wants a werewolf fur coat, man!

[fuckingtragedy]

Doesn't seem very practical, in any case. But I suppose you can't skin a werewolf by thinking practically, so what do I know?

[cacophonish]

Practical's overrated, anyway. It's so fucking limiting.

[ #im21andthisisdeep ]

[fuckingtragedy]

Well, I'll admit it's been a rather strange few years, and I could use a bit of practicality right now.

[ #screamsinptsd ]

[cacophonish]

Dunno if you're gonna find much practicality in a fishbowl under the sea...

[ He's curious, though, enough to drop the totally chill and casual act for the time being: ] What made the last few years so weird?

[fuckingtragedy]

Fair point.

Bit of a story there, though. Introductions first? I'm Simon.

[cacophonish]

[ He nods, tipping his head back as he looks up at the 'sky' above the dome. ]

I'm Jeff.

[fuckingtragedy]

Pleasure to meet you, Jeff. Have you just arrived? How do you feel about milkshakes?

[cacophonish]

Yeaaahhh, just woke up here today.

[ Milkshakes, though? He lights up with a grin. ]

Dude. Milkshakes? I'm in.