[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2010-10-24 08:38 pm
fabrecation) wrote2010-10-24 08:38 pm
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004 [Voice]
[There's an annoyed sound as Luke flips through his journal, seeing and hearing all the people who managed to get some cool kind of costume.]
How come I didn't get some kind of costume to wear around? That's-
[But he's cut off by the sound of a door flying off its hinges and hitting the wall.]
What the- Who the hell are-?!
H-Hey-!
[CRACK.
Something hits the floor, and then there's a crashing sound as the window of his room shatters.
Anyone who happens to come into the room will find a mess. The door's flown to the other side of his room and now lies pitifully against the floor, his windows smashed, and there's a crack on the wall beside it where someone slammed him into it.
And all that's left of Luke himself are a handful of red-fade-to-blond feathers.]
How come I didn't get some kind of costume to wear around? That's-
[But he's cut off by the sound of a door flying off its hinges and hitting the wall.]
What the- Who the hell are-?!
H-Hey-!
[CRACK.
Something hits the floor, and then there's a crashing sound as the window of his room shatters.
Anyone who happens to come into the room will find a mess. The door's flown to the other side of his room and now lies pitifully against the floor, his windows smashed, and there's a crack on the wall beside it where someone slammed him into it.
And all that's left of Luke himself are a handful of red-fade-to-blond feathers.]
[action] ooh rum and coke I'll take that.