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Appointments
Sep. 3rd, 2020 01:08 am
A post for threads that fall outside journal or log posts for Anthony Blunt at Zodion.
Threads must be tagged with the date and the following: [written], [voice] or [action].
A post for threads that fall outside journal or log posts for Anthony Blunt at Zodion.
Threads must be tagged with the date and the following: [written], [voice] or [action].
How's my spying?
Sep. 3rd, 2020 12:59 amPlease comment here with questions, comments, and concerns regarding the way I portray Anthony.
Critique is more than welcome, but it is best if offered with examples of what I'm doing wrong and suggestions on how to improve. I may not always agree and/or take the advice, but it will all be noted.
IP screening off, anon allowed. All comments screened.
Critique is more than welcome, but it is best if offered with examples of what I'm doing wrong and suggestions on how to improve. I may not always agree and/or take the advice, but it will all be noted.
IP screening off, anon allowed. All comments screened.
Application for Zodion
Jun. 16th, 2013 03:51 pm✖ PLAYER:
Name & DW Journal:
Lynn -- sepiaepiphany
Birthdate & Age:
June 16th, 1988 -- 24
Characters played in Zodion:
n/a
( We stand or fall together. )
Name & DW Journal:
Lynn -- sepiaepiphany
Birthdate & Age:
June 16th, 1988 -- 24
Characters played in Zodion:
n/a
( We stand or fall together. )
4th code - audio
Jan. 30th, 2012 12:53 pm[Talking with Julian had not caused the restlessness, but it had certainly brought it to the fore of his mind. He'd tried to push it aside, but...
It was difficult to keep his concentration when he had no clear path to pursue and when he had gone nearly four months without sex. At least when he was used to not going more than a few days without someone. Not always someone new, not always someone good. But even when he got terribly wrapped up in his work, there was always some distraction to be had.
Some little break so that he could return refreshed.
So. Journal.]
Despite its usually infallable use, the bar here seems useless in this regard, so I'll ask those who might know better.
Where does one spend their time in this town if they're looking for company?
[He's being polite, Luceti.
...While also wondering just how true it is that there are no laws here. He isn't certain enough to be fully upfront about what he's looking for, but...
It's worth experimenting, at least.]
It was difficult to keep his concentration when he had no clear path to pursue and when he had gone nearly four months without sex. At least when he was used to not going more than a few days without someone. Not always someone new, not always someone good. But even when he got terribly wrapped up in his work, there was always some distraction to be had.
Some little break so that he could return refreshed.
So. Journal.]
Despite its usually infallable use, the bar here seems useless in this regard, so I'll ask those who might know better.
Where does one spend their time in this town if they're looking for company?
[He's being polite, Luceti.
...While also wondering just how true it is that there are no laws here. He isn't certain enough to be fully upfront about what he's looking for, but...
It's worth experimenting, at least.]
3rd Code - audio
Dec. 4th, 2011 02:44 pmHow in God's name do you all stand this?
[Too many long nights spent able to do nothing more than read the Journals, which provide no insight to the Malnosso. Too many cups of coffee and glasses of Scotch and soda. Too many questions he can't find answers to.
Anthony Blunt, to say the least, is on edge.
He's taken to drawing lately, more than he has in years. Though, unlike what he's told his fellows, he never really abandoned his art. His scenes are bleak, though-- Snowy buildings that loom and cast long shadows. Scabbed skin with numbers just visible under the wound. Complacent wraiths. All of the sketches are safely hidden in a journal kept under a floorboard in his bedroom.
He can think of no way in. The talk of "missions" he's heard have not seemed to endear individuals to the Malnosso, so volunteering for one would be only suicide, not helpful. Their captors have been silent themselves, there has been, so far as he has seen, no direct line to speak to them. Except, perhaps, just before Halloween, but he had not been in a proper state to ask questions then.]
[Too many long nights spent able to do nothing more than read the Journals, which provide no insight to the Malnosso. Too many cups of coffee and glasses of Scotch and soda. Too many questions he can't find answers to.
Anthony Blunt, to say the least, is on edge.
He's taken to drawing lately, more than he has in years. Though, unlike what he's told his fellows, he never really abandoned his art. His scenes are bleak, though-- Snowy buildings that loom and cast long shadows. Scabbed skin with numbers just visible under the wound. Complacent wraiths. All of the sketches are safely hidden in a journal kept under a floorboard in his bedroom.
He can think of no way in. The talk of "missions" he's heard have not seemed to endear individuals to the Malnosso, so volunteering for one would be only suicide, not helpful. Their captors have been silent themselves, there has been, so far as he has seen, no direct line to speak to them. Except, perhaps, just before Halloween, but he had not been in a proper state to ask questions then.]
2nd code - written / action
Oct. 24th, 2011 05:20 pm[Written]
Wings, material goods provided, no money, fairy tales, and now a falling moon with a face.
It feels like a child's bedtime story and a following nightmare.
This is absurd. All of it.
[Action
He's not quite as settled and dismissive as the writing would imply. Not in the slightest.
He can be found around midday coming out of the item shop with something he thought he'd seen there earlier-- a pack of cigarettes. He has one held between his teeth as he pockets the rest of the pack, and a matchbook comes out.
A flick of his wrist, and the match is lit, held to the cigarette, put out, and discarded as he smokes.
There. That was better.]
Wings, material goods provided, no money, fairy tales, and now a falling moon with a face.
It feels like a child's bedtime story and a following nightmare.
This is absurd. All of it.
[Action
He's not quite as settled and dismissive as the writing would imply. Not in the slightest.
He can be found around midday coming out of the item shop with something he thought he'd seen there earlier-- a pack of cigarettes. He has one held between his teeth as he pockets the rest of the pack, and a matchbook comes out.
A flick of his wrist, and the match is lit, held to the cigarette, put out, and discarded as he smokes.
There. That was better.]
1st Code - Written / Action
Oct. 4th, 2011 12:17 pm[Written]
I've found a bar, Good Spirits. All well and good. Grateful to see this place has that at least.
What I'm curious is-- What other forms of entertainment are there? What do you do all do here for fun?
[Never mind that he has a very specific idea of "fun." He won't be mentioning that just yet.]
[Action
Both as he writes and a good while after, Anthony Blunt sits at the bar of Good Spirits, nursing a stronger-than-standard Scotch and soda.]
I've found a bar, Good Spirits. All well and good. Grateful to see this place has that at least.
What I'm curious is-- What other forms of entertainment are there? What do you do all do here for fun?
[Never mind that he has a very specific idea of "fun." He won't be mentioning that just yet.]
[Action
Both as he writes and a good while after, Anthony Blunt sits at the bar of Good Spirits, nursing a stronger-than-standard Scotch and soda.]
