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Tyki Mikk [Template]
20 July 2008 @ 07:35 pm
[Tyki woke up a while ago, but from the looks of it, he's still in shock. There's dried blood on his chin trailing down from a nasty split in his lip that he seems to have totally forgotten about. He's sitting at the table in the kitchen, hunched over a glass of something alcoholic.]
Eaze.
[a very flat chuckle.]
Never a dull moment, Template. Never a dull moment.
Eaze.
[a very flat chuckle.]
Never a dull moment, Template. Never a dull moment.
12 July 2008 @ 09:21 pm
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More than ever I've become willing to believe the insane stories about this city. It's certainly nothing I ever would have expected.
[he chuckles dryly, taking a long drag on the cigarette in his hand] Of all the ages to return me to, this city chooses to make me nine years old. How morbid.
So, is it safe to say things like this happen pretty often? I'd really like to get the hell out of here if that's the case. It's too damn bad we're stuck.
[he throws down the cigarette stub with a sharp, angry smile.]
More than ever I've become willing to believe the insane stories about this city. It's certainly nothing I ever would have expected.
[he chuckles dryly, taking a long drag on the cigarette in his hand] Of all the ages to return me to, this city chooses to make me nine years old. How morbid.
So, is it safe to say things like this happen pretty often? I'd really like to get the hell out of here if that's the case. It's too damn bad we're stuck.
[he throws down the cigarette stub with a sharp, angry smile.]
09 July 2008 @ 10:43 am
[Little!Tyki looks to be about nine and extremely annoyed, with his arms folded over his chest and a full-on angry!pout going]
This is not the Black Order. That's where those men said they'd take me and they lied!
[his pout turns into a sharp frown and he starts to fidget, looking around uncomfortably]
.. this is- .. this is dumb. Where .. where else do I go?
(ooc; in itty bitty Tyki's AU!canon, at this age, his whole village - and his family - was just killed maybe days ago. so expect some erratic behavior~)
This is not the Black Order. That's where those men said they'd take me and they lied!
[his pout turns into a sharp frown and he starts to fidget, looking around uncomfortably]
.. this is- .. this is dumb. Where .. where else do I go?
(ooc; in itty bitty Tyki's AU!canon, at this age, his whole village - and his family - was just killed maybe days ago. so expect some erratic behavior~)
06 July 2008 @ 02:02 am
[Tyki's holed up tight in his room, which is where he's been for the past few days. At the moment he's lacking a shirt, which only shows off the vicious black and blue mottling over his rib cage.
He's come onto the level with a purpose, and an amused, curled smile works its way onto his face.]
Supervisor.. I believe you owe me a cup of coffee.
As far as the rest of you are concerned, I think I've won my little game.
He's come onto the level with a purpose, and an amused, curled smile works its way onto his face.]
Supervisor.. I believe you owe me a cup of coffee.
As far as the rest of you are concerned, I think I've won my little game.
03 July 2008 @ 09:30 am
[Tyki is lounging outside his house, leaning against a wall and smoking. The smile on his face is languid and dark as he takes another drag and abruptly bursts out laughing.]
Shall it be a game, then? While it's irritating to be told again and again that I'm someone I'm not, I might as well have a little fun with it.
So how about it? Supervisor. The Walker boy. My delightful new neighbor. All the rest. If I'm right about who I am, I win the game.
[he drops the cigarette and crushes it beneath his heel, tucking his hands in his pockets as he smiles blandly down at the ground.]
What will my prize be?
And while I'm at it, who else in this godforsaken city has had to suffer a case of mistaken identity like mine?
Shall it be a game, then? While it's irritating to be told again and again that I'm someone I'm not, I might as well have a little fun with it.
So how about it? Supervisor. The Walker boy. My delightful new neighbor. All the rest. If I'm right about who I am, I win the game.
[he drops the cigarette and crushes it beneath his heel, tucking his hands in his pockets as he smiles blandly down at the ground.]
What will my prize be?
And while I'm at it, who else in this godforsaken city has had to suffer a case of mistaken identity like mine?
01 June 2008 @ 11:45 pm
Alright. I've had enough of wandering around and getting strange looks when I ask whether or not this is Template City. This is certainly not the Template I'm familiar with. And honestly, I know I'm attractive, but all their staring is frankly embarassing. [a muted, close-lipped smirk curls his lips as he watches the passerby, many of whom continue to stare.]
Someone in this damn city must know what's going on. I have a mission to finish, after all. Can't dawdle.
Someone in this damn city must know what's going on. I have a mission to finish, after all. Can't dawdle.