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realityshifted2015-01-12 06:41 pm
decrypts) wrote in realityshifted2015-01-12 06:41 pm
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( see york.
see york in his natural habitat, eyes glinting with mischief, a smirk curving the line of his mouth to one side. the backdrop could be anything at all, but this time around he's surrounded by pure and nearly-blinding white; the recent snowfall has given this particular freelancer one hell of an idea, and given the recent gift he'd acquired, things are about to get a little interesting.
but when are they not on the plane?
he's set himself up in a fairly innocent, nondescript location, rolled about two dozen or so snowballs and has been waiting patiently for anyone to come waltzing by. unsuspecting. and when they do?
they're going to have a snowball launched right at their head. or any other part of their anatomy within reach, and you had better believe that he isn't at all above smacking someone in the ass with a fistful of hard-packed snow. but you want to know the thing about those snowballs when they go flying through the air?
both of his hands are still resting at his sides. well, mostly. he might be trying to get away with a charles xavier-esque hand-to-side-of-face-c'mon-you-gotta-go-where-i-want!!! motion, but the fact of the matter is that those snowballs are making their way toward their unsuspecting victims by the power of his mind alone.
funny how you can turn something like a second plane death into fun for the whole family, isn't it?
look out, everyone. this idiot has telekinesis. )
see york in his natural habitat, eyes glinting with mischief, a smirk curving the line of his mouth to one side. the backdrop could be anything at all, but this time around he's surrounded by pure and nearly-blinding white; the recent snowfall has given this particular freelancer one hell of an idea, and given the recent gift he'd acquired, things are about to get a little interesting.
but when are they not on the plane?
he's set himself up in a fairly innocent, nondescript location, rolled about two dozen or so snowballs and has been waiting patiently for anyone to come waltzing by. unsuspecting. and when they do?
they're going to have a snowball launched right at their head. or any other part of their anatomy within reach, and you had better believe that he isn't at all above smacking someone in the ass with a fistful of hard-packed snow. but you want to know the thing about those snowballs when they go flying through the air?
both of his hands are still resting at his sides. well, mostly. he might be trying to get away with a charles xavier-esque hand-to-side-of-face-c'mon-you-gotta-go-where-i-want!!! motion, but the fact of the matter is that those snowballs are making their way toward their unsuspecting victims by the power of his mind alone.
funny how you can turn something like a second plane death into fun for the whole family, isn't it?
look out, everyone. this idiot has telekinesis. )