Post by Deleted on May 12, 2011 0:19:09 GMT -5
((ooc: open))
Ilmar lay splayed out on a bench in the middle of Drakborough’s bustling town square, staring blankly up at clear skies. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, leaving the noon sun free to shine down on whatever it liked. Sometime after he'd left the Office of Britiish-Spanish Affairs, he’d acquired a newspaper in a futile attempt to occupy himself. After half-heartedly flipping through it, it was now settled limply on his stomach, not a single breeze to turn its pages.
“You know,” Ilmar said, deadpan. “If there was a cloud, I’d have something to look at.”
A sleek bird of prey was perched on the bench’s backrest, talons wrapped around a wooden slat. It would seem that the raptor was the strawberry blonde’s intended audience, though its attention was far too occupied preening its feathers to spare any for the listless wizard’s complaining.
In a fit of pique, Ilmar flicked the newspaper over his face, startling the witch pictured on the front page of the Home & Lifestyle section into dumping something wet and messy onto the floor. Apparently, it was hot, as she immediately began hopping up and down in an agitated manner. Though photographs were silent, it was clear that all sorts of obscenities were pouring out of her mouth. Oblivious to the drama unfolding on the other side of his makeshift sun shade, the wizard read the blurred words in front of his face out loud.
“..common…items…in…..wise…house..er…wizarding households…”
He squinted hard. His nose was in the way. Ilmar wiggled the offending appendage, to no avail. Feeling too lethargic to make the adjustment with his hands, he started blowing puffs of air at his reading material, making raspberry noises as the air passed by his lips.
“Hapbbbthuu…hapbbthtuuuuu…..HAPPBbbthluuuuu..”
The newspaper refused to budge.
“Gaaaaaaaah…”
Ilmar gave his arms and legs a few feeble flails and kicks to vent his frustration, completely unaware of the large berth people were giving him for his behavior. A child stopped to point, only to be dragged away, her mother saying something to the effect of avoiding crazy bums drugged up on who-knows-what. Another man simply shook his head, muttering that they were getting younger and younger these days.
“I’m so bored…”
His bird was unsympathetic.
Ilmar lay splayed out on a bench in the middle of Drakborough’s bustling town square, staring blankly up at clear skies. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, leaving the noon sun free to shine down on whatever it liked. Sometime after he'd left the Office of Britiish-Spanish Affairs, he’d acquired a newspaper in a futile attempt to occupy himself. After half-heartedly flipping through it, it was now settled limply on his stomach, not a single breeze to turn its pages.
“You know,” Ilmar said, deadpan. “If there was a cloud, I’d have something to look at.”
A sleek bird of prey was perched on the bench’s backrest, talons wrapped around a wooden slat. It would seem that the raptor was the strawberry blonde’s intended audience, though its attention was far too occupied preening its feathers to spare any for the listless wizard’s complaining.
In a fit of pique, Ilmar flicked the newspaper over his face, startling the witch pictured on the front page of the Home & Lifestyle section into dumping something wet and messy onto the floor. Apparently, it was hot, as she immediately began hopping up and down in an agitated manner. Though photographs were silent, it was clear that all sorts of obscenities were pouring out of her mouth. Oblivious to the drama unfolding on the other side of his makeshift sun shade, the wizard read the blurred words in front of his face out loud.
“..common…items…in…..wise…house..er…wizarding households…”
He squinted hard. His nose was in the way. Ilmar wiggled the offending appendage, to no avail. Feeling too lethargic to make the adjustment with his hands, he started blowing puffs of air at his reading material, making raspberry noises as the air passed by his lips.
“Hapbbbthuu…hapbbthtuuuuu…..HAPPBbbthluuuuu..”
The newspaper refused to budge.
“Gaaaaaaaah…”
Ilmar gave his arms and legs a few feeble flails and kicks to vent his frustration, completely unaware of the large berth people were giving him for his behavior. A child stopped to point, only to be dragged away, her mother saying something to the effect of avoiding crazy bums drugged up on who-knows-what. Another man simply shook his head, muttering that they were getting younger and younger these days.
“I’m so bored…”
His bird was unsympathetic.