Nathan Young (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
designedtoparty) wrote2011-05-21 01:25 am
designedtoparty) wrote2011-05-21 01:25 am
Entry tags:
- character: ben hawkins,
- character: cameron lynde,
- character: claire bennet,
- character: dulcie,
- character: eden mac cionaoith,
- character: ginny weasley,
- character: hibari kyouya,
- character: luke valentine,
- character: mr orange,
- character: sam tyler,
- character: shira,
- character: the man with no name,
- filter: public,
- plot: oops there goes my brains,
- post: video
015 ∞ VIDEO
[Here is Nathan, sporting a very expensive looking suit (stolen by someone who wasn't him, thank you very much) and looking extremely worked up about something.]
Hey! Hey, cop fellers. Since you're always so keen to get on my back over nothing, I thought you might like to deal with some real crime for a change. I know you were too wrapped up with other, no doubt more important stuff to bother the last time I got murdered, but maybe this time you could try doing your jobs for a change.
So I got stabbed, right? I don't know what I got stabbed with, mind. It might have been sword, or something. I'm kind of fuzzy here, so it's hard to say for sure.
Anyway, that bit's all fine. Not that I want people to kill me, but stabbing's fairly tame. Only this guy must've been completely insane. I woke up, and my clothes were just gone. He'd put me in this thing instead. [He tugs at the lapels of his suit jacket here, then continues with his rant.] And he had the indecency to dump a load of newspaper over my head and leaving me lying around outside.
I don't want to start throwing around accusations, or anything, but I reckon this guy must've violated me while I was out. He's probably out there right now, rubbing his dick all over my t-shirt and getting off on his memories of skull fucking me.
He left chewing gum in my pockets, for God's sake. If that isn't a sign of guilt, I don't know what is.
Hey! Hey, cop fellers. Since you're always so keen to get on my back over nothing, I thought you might like to deal with some real crime for a change. I know you were too wrapped up with other, no doubt more important stuff to bother the last time I got murdered, but maybe this time you could try doing your jobs for a change.
So I got stabbed, right? I don't know what I got stabbed with, mind. It might have been sword, or something. I'm kind of fuzzy here, so it's hard to say for sure.
Anyway, that bit's all fine. Not that I want people to kill me, but stabbing's fairly tame. Only this guy must've been completely insane. I woke up, and my clothes were just gone. He'd put me in this thing instead. [He tugs at the lapels of his suit jacket here, then continues with his rant.] And he had the indecency to dump a load of newspaper over my head and leaving me lying around outside.
I don't want to start throwing around accusations, or anything, but I reckon this guy must've violated me while I was out. He's probably out there right now, rubbing his dick all over my t-shirt and getting off on his memories of skull fucking me.
He left chewing gum in my pockets, for God's sake. If that isn't a sign of guilt, I don't know what is.
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Not even my mum did that for me.
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