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Gimme Gimme #1 - Greed [Video//In Person]
May. 8th, 2011 12:39 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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[The room around him is absolutely trashed, it looks as though someone went berserk in it and that's exactly what he's done. None of the immediate possessions are broken, but they're thrown around, bed over-turned and he's sitting on said over-turned bed. The tall, dark haired man in a fur-lined collar, sleeveless, waist long jacket and small, round sunglasses, has been going off on what could only be a monster-type tantrum in the manor for some time.
He makes a grab for his BlackBerry, if its in here it belongs to him, to swipe it off with a bunch of other things sitting on a surface. This ends the feed.]
[In Person]
What a shithole...
[He stops, turns and quirks an eyebrow at the opposite direction, none of it looks familiar to him, not that he's sure he's not already in the wrong direction. Having sighed to himself he finds himself turning and continuing down his chosen path. Though a little chilly, the good-as-condemned building doesn't bother him so much as the minor inconvenience of not knowing where he is.Greed shoves his hand in his pocket and leans up against a wall casually, the other one running through his hair.]
Well.
[He adjusts his small sunglasses and then replaces his hand in his pocket, leaning his head back on his chosen wall.]
I didn't expect that I would have been ataken to a house............ Thing... after that cheap-shot bastard... [He trails off, not willing to admit his defeat by the younger generation Homunculus.]
...I would have thought that worthless lapdog would have dragged me directly to Father in exchange for a pat on the head and a treat. [Though his words express little care for the people who fell around him in those sewers, the look on his face doesn't as he continues his un-noticed monologue.]
No matter....
[His demeanor changes and he chuckles softly, under his breath almost inaudible to most, he speaks frankly with a smirk.] Great. Talking to yourself Greed- real smooth ..Least it's good conversation, intelligent conversation if nothing else.
[His sharp, serrated-tooth grin eventually fades to look of loathing once he thinks of who would love to drag him to Daddy, undoubtedly the younger Homunculus will let them know. Undoubtedly his more familiar little brother would want to come and greet the wayward prodigal son. The grin returns slowly, blossoming out like a nightmare of jagged teeth once more across his face.]
I've got a whole new world that belongs to me. Things to get, places to go, people to-
[He puts his hands behind his head, stretching his muscles, then pulls them down in order to stretch them that way. He's all but grinning as he returns to his slow paced walking.] --meet.
[The room around him is absolutely trashed, it looks as though someone went berserk in it and that's exactly what he's done. None of the immediate possessions are broken, but they're thrown around, bed over-turned and he's sitting on said over-turned bed. The tall, dark haired man in a fur-lined collar, sleeveless, waist long jacket and small, round sunglasses, has been going off on what could only be a monster-type tantrum in the manor for some time.
He makes a grab for his BlackBerry, if its in here it belongs to him, to swipe it off with a bunch of other things sitting on a surface. This ends the feed.]
[In Person]
What a shithole...
[He stops, turns and quirks an eyebrow at the opposite direction, none of it looks familiar to him, not that he's sure he's not already in the wrong direction. Having sighed to himself he finds himself turning and continuing down his chosen path. Though a little chilly, the good-as-condemned building doesn't bother him so much as the minor inconvenience of not knowing where he is.Greed shoves his hand in his pocket and leans up against a wall casually, the other one running through his hair.]
Well.
[He adjusts his small sunglasses and then replaces his hand in his pocket, leaning his head back on his chosen wall.]
I didn't expect that I would have been ataken to a house............ Thing... after that cheap-shot bastard... [He trails off, not willing to admit his defeat by the younger generation Homunculus.]
...I would have thought that worthless lapdog would have dragged me directly to Father in exchange for a pat on the head and a treat. [Though his words express little care for the people who fell around him in those sewers, the look on his face doesn't as he continues his un-noticed monologue.]
No matter....
[His demeanor changes and he chuckles softly, under his breath almost inaudible to most, he speaks frankly with a smirk.] Great. Talking to yourself Greed- real smooth ..Least it's good conversation, intelligent conversation if nothing else.
[His sharp, serrated-tooth grin eventually fades to look of loathing once he thinks of who would love to drag him to Daddy, undoubtedly the younger Homunculus will let them know. Undoubtedly his more familiar little brother would want to come and greet the wayward prodigal son. The grin returns slowly, blossoming out like a nightmare of jagged teeth once more across his face.]
I've got a whole new world that belongs to me. Things to get, places to go, people to-
[He puts his hands behind his head, stretching his muscles, then pulls them down in order to stretch them that way. He's all but grinning as he returns to his slow paced walking.] --meet.
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