Nathan Young (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
designedtoparty) wrote2011-04-29 08:05 pm
designedtoparty) wrote2011-04-29 08:05 pm
Entry tags:
- character: angela montenegro,
- character: campbell bain,
- character: claire bennet,
- character: dulcie,
- character: eden mac cionaoith,
- character: hibari kyouya,
- character: lockdown,
- character: ted,
- character: the man with no name,
- character: vriska serket,
- curse day: affected,
- curse: the birds,
- filter: public,
- plot: curse day,
- plot: nathan is a troll,
- post: action,
- post: video
012 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION
[Nathan is standing with his arms outstretched, his right arm with five ravens perched on it, and four crows on his left. His left shoulder is occupied by a blue and gold macaw. Despite being covered in a fair amount of bird poo (his navy hoodie may not have been his best choice today), he looks pretty pleased.]
Hey, Captain Birdseye. Say cunt.
[The macaw, Captain Birdseye, just whistles at him, much to Nathan's disappointment.]
No, cunt. C'mon, man. Say it with me. Cunt!
[This time he gets a screech and a click. Which still doesn't impress him. He frowns, starting to get a bit irritated.]
Cunt.
[Click. Nathan glares at him, sulkily.] Fine. Don't say it. [Side eye, then he mutters under his breath.] Twat.
[Screeeeeeeeeeeech.] Wanker. [Click, click, click. And then he's cleaning his feathers.]
What the fuck?! Where'd you get wanker from? I gave up on teaching you that one ages ago.
[Birdseye ignores him in favour of cleaning. Nathan pouts, arms drooping a little.] How long is this going to last for? My arms hurt.
[If you want action, Nathan is around the city, charging at random people with his bird flock.]
Hey, Captain Birdseye. Say cunt.
[The macaw, Captain Birdseye, just whistles at him, much to Nathan's disappointment.]
No, cunt. C'mon, man. Say it with me. Cunt!
[This time he gets a screech and a click. Which still doesn't impress him. He frowns, starting to get a bit irritated.]
Cunt.
[Click. Nathan glares at him, sulkily.] Fine. Don't say it. [Side eye, then he mutters under his breath.] Twat.
[Screeeeeeeeeeeech.] Wanker. [Click, click, click. And then he's cleaning his feathers.]
What the fuck?! Where'd you get wanker from? I gave up on teaching you that one ages ago.
[Birdseye ignores him in favour of cleaning. Nathan pouts, arms drooping a little.] How long is this going to last for? My arms hurt.
[If you want action, Nathan is around the city, charging at random people with his bird flock.]
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Everyone knows who Jesus is. I know who Jesus is and the only thing I paid attention to in Church was how likely I was to get fiddled with that week.
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So, maybe I'm more open than most men. Doesn't mean I'm a pervert.