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ataraxion2013-07-27 10:37 pm
allbloodyhail) wrote in ataraxion2013-07-27 10:37 pm
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video, the first } gordon ramsay eat your heart out
[Spike puts his booted feet up on the table in the lounge, puffing idly on a cigarette. He kinda didn't care about the recirculated air thing given that he didn't actually need to breathe. Instead he's just going to get right to it, leaning over the feed.]
Can't believe what the kitchen here calls 'hot wings.' More like spicy mystery meat, if you ask me. Which you didn't, but I'm telling you anyway. Because there's not one bloody thing else to do up here. Can only walk round in circles so many times before you start getting dizzy. Not that I've done that...
[Instead he's been riding the elevators up and down for the better part of four hours.]
Say, anyone know how to play cribbage? I'd settle for a rollicking game of Operation, at this rate.
[He's away from the screen just a moment, coming back up without his cigarette.]
I know. Charades. Yeah? [He stands up and sets the device far enough away to catch his expression. First word. A person. He flaps his arms like wings then rearranges his brow to hang over his eyes. See what he's doing here... No, probably not. He puts his hands together like prayer and draws a halo over his head with smoke from his cigarette (that he quickly puts down again, off screen).
There's a pause, and then Spike rolls his eyes. He got bored of his own boredom-curing movement.] You know the guy. He's not really on security, is he?
[The video ends with a slightly melodic laugh and a hoo sound. As in, hoo boy, that's a knee-slapper.
You're welcome, Ataraxion.]
Can't believe what the kitchen here calls 'hot wings.' More like spicy mystery meat, if you ask me. Which you didn't, but I'm telling you anyway. Because there's not one bloody thing else to do up here. Can only walk round in circles so many times before you start getting dizzy. Not that I've done that...
[Instead he's been riding the elevators up and down for the better part of four hours.]
Say, anyone know how to play cribbage? I'd settle for a rollicking game of Operation, at this rate.
[He's away from the screen just a moment, coming back up without his cigarette.]
I know. Charades. Yeah? [He stands up and sets the device far enough away to catch his expression. First word. A person. He flaps his arms like wings then rearranges his brow to hang over his eyes. See what he's doing here... No, probably not. He puts his hands together like prayer and draws a halo over his head with smoke from his cigarette (that he quickly puts down again, off screen).
There's a pause, and then Spike rolls his eyes. He got bored of his own boredom-curing movement.] You know the guy. He's not really on security, is he?
[The video ends with a slightly melodic laugh and a hoo sound. As in, hoo boy, that's a knee-slapper.
You're welcome, Ataraxion.]
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[To hell with everything else. Getting pissed sounds like a good idea.]
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[He's disappointed in himself for not already being there.]
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Tell you what. Pick a place we can meet and I'll show you where it is.
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video; private (action, log, cake?)