Smoker (
justicereigns) wrote2012-12-20 06:15 pm
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[Video] / Action // Holiday Cheer?
[LOOK EVERYONE! It's Santa! OMG I KNOW THAT GUY!!!!]
[Wait. What is he doing in Luceti? And why is he smoking two cigars? Surely that is setting a very bad example for the kids! And dang, don't those scars look a little familiar? Along with the scowling face? Why yes! It's Smoker! Back from his kidnapping! He clears his throat gruffly and... wait for it.... wait for it....]
[Why yes! That is Smoker, dressed as Santa, caroling. It's a holiday miracle!]
Have a holly jolly Christmas....
[He sounds like someone just killed his pet. Dear god, that's about as far from "holly jolly as you can get!]
It's the best time of the year.
I don't care if there'll be snow.
I just want a rum and beer.
[... Um. We're experiencing some technical difficulties, as a green little elf hand stops the journal transmission. After a few seconds he comes back and TRIES to be a little more cheerful...ish.]
Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street... [He twitches. Can he do it? Can he keep up this masquerade of holiday spirits and Santa Claus holly jolly warmth?!]
Say hello to --
No. That's it. I'm done. Keep your damn rum cookies you tyrant! I'm out of here.
[And he storms out, shutting off his journal to take it with him.
[Action:]
[If anyone wants to find him, he's skipping teaching lessons today and just bumming around the bar instead. Still stuck in his Santa costume. It doesn't come off. And thus his immense frustration. Besides Chun-Li already mentioned covering them so fuck it. Time for booze. Also, if no one stops him, he'll be lighting up his cigars with a cigar menorah. Yes. A cigar menorah. Too bad no matter how he tries he can't seem to pry the cigars out of there. Oh... and he does try. At least they keep smoking and smelling vaguely pine like! Awww how festive.]
God damn it! These cigars don't even taste like cigars! I might as well just be eating candy canes!! [Gives up and stubs them out, slumping his head into the bar. Being Smoker is suffering. Not to mention... what the hell is in that sack he's got anyway?]
[Wait. What is he doing in Luceti? And why is he smoking two cigars? Surely that is setting a very bad example for the kids! And dang, don't those scars look a little familiar? Along with the scowling face? Why yes! It's Smoker! Back from his kidnapping! He clears his throat gruffly and... wait for it.... wait for it....]
[Why yes! That is Smoker, dressed as Santa, caroling. It's a holiday miracle!]
Have a holly jolly Christmas....
[He sounds like someone just killed his pet. Dear god, that's about as far from "holly jolly as you can get!]
It's the best time of the year.
I don't care if there'll be snow.
I just want a rum and beer.
[... Um. We're experiencing some technical difficulties, as a green little elf hand stops the journal transmission. After a few seconds he comes back and TRIES to be a little more cheerful...ish.]
Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street... [He twitches. Can he do it? Can he keep up this masquerade of holiday spirits and Santa Claus holly jolly warmth?!]
Say hello to --
No. That's it. I'm done. Keep your damn rum cookies you tyrant! I'm out of here.
[And he storms out, shutting off his journal to take it with him.
[Action:]
[If anyone wants to find him, he's skipping teaching lessons today and just bumming around the bar instead. Still stuck in his Santa costume. It doesn't come off. And thus his immense frustration. Besides Chun-Li already mentioned covering them so fuck it. Time for booze. Also, if no one stops him, he'll be lighting up his cigars with a cigar menorah. Yes. A cigar menorah. Too bad no matter how he tries he can't seem to pry the cigars out of there. Oh... and he does try. At least they keep smoking and smelling vaguely pine like! Awww how festive.]
God damn it! These cigars don't even taste like cigars! I might as well just be eating candy canes!! [Gives up and stubs them out, slumping his head into the bar. Being Smoker is suffering. Not to mention... what the hell is in that sack he's got anyway?]
[Action]
[Which leaves him completely open to the hollows.]
[He falls over on the ground.]
I don't deserve to live and breath the same air as you. I wish to be reborn as a pirate amoeba. [The lowest form of amoeba okay.]
[This also leaves him completely open to the kick. But by that point he kind of doesn't really care. Because he deserves worse than a kick, okay, okay.]
[Action]
Ugh...ugh! She's never going to get the taste of tar out of her mouth. No matter how much she spits, drinks, or washes her poor, poor mouth.]
[Action]
[Also Mistletoe. As much as they hate each other, can they at least agree to hate the mistletoe more?]
[He's just gonna stay here awhile. Until his elf finds him and probably punishes him for living. Being Smoker is suffering almost as much as being kissed by him.]