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09 August 2008 @ 12:45 am
 
[Dino is at his desk on the Plane. His feet are propped up on the surface of the desk, and the jacket for the expensive suit his wearing is throw over the back of the chair he's leaning back in. His dress shirt is untucked and he's pulled his tie loose. There's also a plate of Cannoli on the desk itself, and Dino looks a bit tired.]
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lamb_of_gold
09 August 2008 @ 01:25 am
 
[He's silent as he does it, slowly sliding his bare feet across the smooth surface of the Astral floor, his arms and the weight of his body following in slow, smooth, measured movements. He pauses a moment before the feet shift again, and then his arms move of their own accord, even while the body follows once more. It's hard to see his movements under the loose pants and tunic he's wearing, but the soft fabric flows like water over his limbs.

And then as fast as lightning and with a crack of thunder to match, he seems to jerk, and the flowing stance becomes rigid for a split second - aggressive, even. But only for that second, because in the blink of an eye, Mu has gone back to moving like water.

He likes Tai Chi very much.]
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didorothy
09 August 2008 @ 03:48 am
the change in your face [when anger shows]  
[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.
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09 August 2008 @ 01:03 pm
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[Runs onto the plane and keeps running until she finally realises where she is and skids to a stop, she's bleeding froma fairly shallow cut on her arm and at closer glance looks rather annoyed] Oh, good.

[Sits down and pants] They keep coming from the ceiling, with claws out... It's rather inconvienient... Rather boring too after all this time.

Can't I have a day where I don't have to run for my life for once?
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