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realityshifted2010-10-22 08:15 pm
onehundredbeers) wrote in realityshifted2010-10-22 08:15 pm
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[Nathan's been a somewhat vocal presence on the plane, hasn't he? Talking, fighting monsters, joining up with two other rich sheltered assholes to be part of a who the hell knows what brigade. Well, here he is again. Though something is a bit off.
He's pacing in what is an obvious fury. Whatever he's mad about, it's obviously overridden his desire to keep himself looking presentable: his hair is a mess, wild and strewn over his face and shoulders with little care. His nail polish (which somehow he kept it in perfect condition, he must have some hidden somewhere on him) is chipped and a ruined.
A snarl is carved on his face and his stare darts around, looking for something or someone to focus on.
In fact, his anger almost seems oppressive; that whatever it is gnawing at him could choke anyone who approaches with sheer intensity alone. Oh yes, something is definitely off with Nathan today.]
I'm going to fucking kill whoever did this, you hear me? You better pray to whatever- whatever gods you believe in that I don't find you...
[He doesn't appear to be addressing anyone in particular so much as just threatening everything around him without really realizing he's saying it, not thinking it.]
You'll pay for this.
((OOC: Also, if you tag this, either leave me your AIM name or make sure you have messages enabled on your journal. Thank you.))
He's pacing in what is an obvious fury. Whatever he's mad about, it's obviously overridden his desire to keep himself looking presentable: his hair is a mess, wild and strewn over his face and shoulders with little care. His nail polish (which somehow he kept it in perfect condition, he must have some hidden somewhere on him) is chipped and a ruined.
A snarl is carved on his face and his stare darts around, looking for something or someone to focus on.
In fact, his anger almost seems oppressive; that whatever it is gnawing at him could choke anyone who approaches with sheer intensity alone. Oh yes, something is definitely off with Nathan today.]
I'm going to fucking kill whoever did this, you hear me? You better pray to whatever- whatever gods you believe in that I don't find you...
[He doesn't appear to be addressing anyone in particular so much as just threatening everything around him without really realizing he's saying it, not thinking it.]
You'll pay for this.
((OOC: Also, if you tag this, either leave me your AIM name or make sure you have messages enabled on your journal. Thank you.))