abyssdressing, posts by tag: wingedreplica - LiveJournal (original) (raw)

| | [Finally having settled back into the DR for now, it's no surprise that the place has decided that things really should go back to the way they were, if only a little. And so after staking out a place to sleep and actually going to bed.... it's not all that surprising that Wingy has woken up to find....That being a girl is really the way she's supposed to be here. Please feel free to find her with her head buried against her knees. Yes, she's dressed!]... I really, really, really shouldn't be surprised.((ooc: >.>;;; I am officially free? And because I can.)) [A particular Luke has just wandered back into this place after quite a long time. A Luke with tiny gold wings on his back.]This place...? [Well, well, look who's back? Wingy can currently be found outside, sitting under a tree with a black bunny sitting in her lap. Looks like somebody found a pet of her own.]With ears like this, you kind of look like a cheagle...Mood:chipper [Well well, look who's back in the ADR after five long days! And guess who's also been stuck in a pale green sundress for the time being? Wingy is currently walking down the hall, heading nowhere in particular. Poke away!] [A rather sad looking Wingy is gliding absent-minded down the hallways. She's not paying attention really to where she's going, so every now and then she bumps into a table, or a chair... or a person.]Guess I never was very good at being on my own. [Luke's shuffling slowly down the hallway, one arm pressed against the wall for support as she goes. Her breathing is slightly labored, and her wings are slack against her back. After a few more steps-]*THUD* [She's fallen to the floor in a dead faint.] [Have a Wingy, grumbling as she wanders down the hallway. Her arms are crossed, and she looks rather annoyed at the world.]Stupid... [The door to her bedroom creeks open, and Wingy pokes her head out slowly, eyes darting back and forth down the hallway. Sword in hand, she steps out and takes a good look around before going for the kitchen. Too much time spent in her room has made her tummy empty... approach scared girl with caution. 8|] [Winged Luke is currently searching the library for books. She's gathered a pile and is looking through them, looking quite unhappy at the moment. Pages flip rapidly as she frowns. Bother if you want.]...((NSFW~)) Finally, this fits a lot better.[Wingy has found girl type clothing to wear now. A warm blue sweater and some pants, among other things. She's currently carrying some other clothes down the hall.] [A currently female Wingy is laying on the floor, head clutched in her hands. No screaming, no talking, just laying there with her eyes squeezed shut. Her wings are flapping uselessly against her back as she curls up.] This place just went the extra mile, now didn't it? First they stick me in a dress... now this.Why am I not surprised? ((XY --> XX. Mwhahaha. >>;; Entered into NSFW territory.)) [In the spirit of Christmas, even if he has no clue what it is, the dressing room has decided to dress up winged Luke. As an angel, white dress/robe and halo included. He is currently in his room trying to tear the halo out of the air above his head. It's not budging.]What the heck is this thing!? [Well looky here, winged Luke found a violin. Where? We will never know. But he is playing very simple tunes on it over in his bedroom, since he was learning how to play just a while back. Looks like he has to teach himself from now on. But feel free to bother him.]Like this? I think that was right... Now where did I leave my coat... Sally'd kill me if she knew I lost it. [And here's winged Luke, clad only in his dark pants and a black t-shirt as he looks all over the hallway for his coat. Not his usual white one, however. His neck is still bandaged up from before, but he's not gonna let that stop him.] [Luke's just outside his room, slumped on the floor, with a bloody towel pressed against the side of his neck after this little incident. He looks pretty worn out, and pale from loss of blood. He's attempting to heal his own wound, but the light from his hand is weak and not doing enough to close it up.]Damn it... [Luke's in the kitchen, making stir fry for himself (Yes, this one CAN cook). He's humming softly and paying attention not to burn the food, but he'll make some for anyone who asks him nicely~.] [There's a rustling sound and some faint curses as a particular Luke tries to free himself from a stubborn pricker bush that just so happened to decide to latch onto his wings. And now he's trying to untangle himself before anyone sees him. But that just won't happen now will it? Someone wanna help him?]Damn it, what a pain. [Have a winged Luke, laying on his tummy on a couch, a discarded book on the floor close to his hand. His eyes are closed as he naps quietly, wings flat against his back as if sunning themselves in the sunbeam coming in through the window. Feel free to wake him up.]Zzzz [_Luke is sitting outside, under a tree, with his knees drawn up to his chest as he watches the sky. Ever now and again he'll glance back at his wings and then look away._]Damn, all these things do is seem to get me in trouble.[[ooc: Bother away folks, a pouty Luke is always good times.]] Previous 20 EntriesTop of Page | | 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