You start on a new routine of waking up after years spent soaking in the air comin' off of a boggy swamp and rotted-to-shit wood in a pretty little fantasy land after having signed a little so-to-speak contract making it like you're some kinda precious, valuable asset, you're letting your eyes adjust to the proverbial light and letting your skin warm up to the heat of the proverbial sun, you head down to see if you can make your way to the kitchen to swipe yourself a quick breakfast like you're a little boy again, and theeeeen ya got people screamin' in your face to do this, do that -- pff, geez...!
He took that with a li'l of a reeling back! Hands up! An open-jawed deer-in-the-headlights look 'fore he cackled, crowed out "You make guests do your decoratin' around here -- ?!"
Couple long, dipping "tiptoeing" steps back like a reversed stork - as she advanced a couple paces, herself, before - whoop, there she was pivoting after another member of the staff...!
Aaand that's where Lucas is right now! Mouthing an "oooooh...?" as he cranes after her just a tad, does he... have an opening now? Heeee believes he does...!
A turn to sloooooow pivot, back hunched. That stork has now, evidently, crossbred with a vulture, but here he is, craning out one more step, and another, head still turned back over his shoulder to watch the housekeeper, aaaand - ]
WHAOH -- !
[A hard-eyed duck against a swingin' object! Stumbling-to-pivoting back to roll into a shuffle backwards...! Hands still up, ghost-faced...!
Sorry to get into the way of your carryin' supplies, whoever you are!
That's what happens when a guy don't look where the fuck he's going.]
B. Hope Blooms Eternal.
[Well. Out on the grounds after all o' the gettin'-ready hubbub has fizzled away...
...Lucas is everywhere. Freakin' everywhere. Hood up like he can't goddamn handle the sun, or thinks it's gonna turn him into some kind of invisible spooky ghost or some stupid damn thing like that, but it's hard to blend in between that and having the energy of a coked-up rat.
C'moooon, it's been ages since he's gotten to run wild in an environment that's actually thrumming with energy or, for that matter, been to a bona fide celebration! Far as he's concerned, today, the whole place is his fairground!
You may find him loitering leaning against or by one of the food booths! One hand holdin' a just-bitten-piece of something or other as he nods wide-eyed - high-"thoughtfully" hums a curious approval, brow lifted as he chews on away - other hand holding pieces of about three different other things!
You may find him at one o' the game booths, biting in the grin of a challenge accepted 'fore he wiiiinds up for a pitch, throws a ball with a little "enh -- !"-grunt, grumblin' out a huff on a miss or lightly-pumping both fists with a li'l hoot of a "haWOO -- !" as he reels back his momentum a couple of steps!
Hell, you may find him on the frickin' carousel, sittin' sideways on one of the horses, hand grippin' the pole, lookin' around wide-eyed as if he's trippin' fucking balls at the lights that abound...! Hee - fuckin' like being a boy and at some bygone trip to the circus again!
Either way, well. Someone's clearly having fun!]
C. Wildcard!
[Have an idea of your own, or would you like an additional prompt for runnin' into Lucas? Feel free to drop whatever you've got/hit me up to hash something out here or on Plurk at schmendricks!]
Lucas Baker
[Pfff, ain't that just a kick in the head.
You start on a new routine of waking up after years spent soaking in the air comin' off of a boggy swamp and rotted-to-shit wood in a pretty little fantasy land after having signed a little so-to-speak contract making it like you're some kinda precious, valuable asset, you're letting your eyes adjust to the proverbial light and letting your skin warm up to the heat of the proverbial sun, you head down to see if you can make your way to the kitchen to swipe yourself a quick breakfast like you're a little boy again, and theeeeen ya got people screamin' in your face to do this, do that -- pff, geez...!
He took that with a li'l of a reeling back! Hands up! An open-jawed deer-in-the-headlights look 'fore he cackled, crowed out "You make guests do your decoratin' around here -- ?!"
Couple long, dipping "tiptoeing" steps back like a reversed stork - as she advanced a couple paces, herself, before - whoop, there she was pivoting after another member of the staff...!
Aaand that's where Lucas is right now! Mouthing an "oooooh...?" as he cranes after her just a tad, does he... have an opening now? Heeee believes he does...!
A turn to sloooooow pivot, back hunched. That stork has now, evidently, crossbred with a vulture, but here he is, craning out one more step, and another, head still turned back over his shoulder to watch the housekeeper, aaaand - ]
WHAOH -- !
[A hard-eyed duck against a swingin' object! Stumbling-to-pivoting back to roll into a shuffle backwards...! Hands still up, ghost-faced...!
Sorry to get into the way of your carryin' supplies, whoever you are!
That's what happens when a guy don't look where the fuck he's going.]
B. Hope Blooms Eternal.
[Well. Out on the grounds after all o' the gettin'-ready hubbub has fizzled away...
...Lucas is everywhere. Freakin' everywhere. Hood up like he can't goddamn handle the sun, or thinks it's gonna turn him into some kind of invisible spooky ghost or some stupid damn thing like that, but it's hard to blend in between that and having the energy of a coked-up rat.
C'moooon, it's been ages since he's gotten to run wild in an environment that's actually thrumming with energy or, for that matter, been to a bona fide celebration! Far as he's concerned, today, the whole place is his fairground!
You may find him loitering leaning against or by one of the food booths! One hand holdin' a just-bitten-piece of something or other as he nods wide-eyed - high-"thoughtfully" hums a curious approval, brow lifted as he chews on away - other hand holding pieces of about three different other things!
You may find him at one o' the game booths, biting in the grin of a challenge accepted 'fore he wiiiinds up for a pitch, throws a ball with a little "enh -- !"-grunt, grumblin' out a huff on a miss or lightly-pumping both fists with a li'l hoot of a "haWOO -- !" as he reels back his momentum a couple of steps!
Hell, you may find him on the frickin' carousel, sittin' sideways on one of the horses, hand grippin' the pole, lookin' around wide-eyed as if he's trippin' fucking balls at the lights that abound...! Hee - fuckin' like being a boy and at some bygone trip to the circus again!
Either way, well. Someone's clearly having fun!]
C. Wildcard!
[Have an idea of your own, or would you like an additional prompt for runnin' into Lucas? Feel free to drop whatever you've got/hit me up to hash something out here or on Plurk at