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[Upon seeing the Manor's state Wallace couldn't help but turn his nose up, shuffling through his things and trying to sweep the dust from it. The martini cabinet Eddie fixed for him is full of probably very stale booze, which leaves Wallace more than a little annoyed. Sighing he opens his window and then starts beating the dust from his pillow. It's at that very moment he looks over to his TV and spots his games consoles buried in a thick caking of dust. His eyes widen and sharply inhales - dropping the pillow in favour of tending to his beloved consoles.]

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[Desperately he brushes the dust from them and switches them on one by one, checking the state of his games rack. The sight very nearly makes him sob. All of the disks have lazar burns in a very distinctive circle the kind of damage caused when a mass of dust gets clogged in your consoles. All those hours he put into completing or trying to get 100% completion. Putting the disks back in their cases and places in the rack he exhales deeply, trying to get composure. Through gritted teeth he hisses, giving that pungent acidic tone.]

Fuck. You. You stuck up little bitch.

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[Wallace hasn't emerged from his room all week, mostly from hangovers and a breakthrough with certain games, but today? This was something else entirely. He didn't have his usual morning predicament to deal with, no today he had a set of boobs and girl bits. He screamed in disbelief. Instead of his usual it was shrill and painful to listen to. Growling under his breath he storms over to his wardrobe. At least he wasn't so well endowed he couldn't fit into his looser stuff. Looking to the ceiling he buttoned up his shirt. It was uncomfortable to say the least - he'd find something to bind with or something.]

Fuck you devil woman, I'll scalp you and your stupid-- hnnnghh.

[(S)He punches the wall after getting dressed and slumps into the gaming chair and starts playing. He wouldn't accept any calls.]

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: Here in Your Arms - HelloGoodbye

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[After getting the message to Light at the Valentine's ball, he was, as promised in the letter, lingering around the Basilica San Marco that evening. He was dressed relatively smart, just his leather jacket over an untucked dress shirt and well worn jeans. But hey, he worked that look like a bawss. Everything was set, the festivities still in full swing, the roar of fireworks lighting up the night sky every so often - yep. All that was needed was the illusive Mr. Yagami to show. That.. that wasn't necessarily something he was counting on happening. Well, if he didn't, then hey, he had a nearby wine fountain, he'd manage.]

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[Cabin fever was a dangerous thing. Especially when it came to a certain Canadian. Since the announcement of B's arrest and capture, Wallace decided that hey, it was time to celebrate. All this doom and gloom needed shifting, and nothing broke the ice like a little bit of filthy humour. So he'd buried himself in the kitchen, (avoiding the dishwasher at all costs -- nngh corpses), and started baking. There was a batch of cookies already in the oven, but there was something.. a little off about the shaping and decorations of the already completed batch. The pilot for what he was about to do. Appearing on the network he grinned, not that outright annoying kind no one wants to see at a time like this, but it was assuring.]

Hey. We need some downtime and I've got just the idea. [Picking up a cookie, it's shape is ambiguous before it comes into focus. It's a boob biscuit, complete with icing and chocolate chip nipples. Because hey, to the general public boobs are more acceptable than peens, lord knows why.] I've got jugs, junk or butts, whatever floats your boat guys. Ya wann'em, they're in the kitchen with me.

Oh! and I've got a batch cooking now if you wanna decorate your own.

[He turns off the feed, content his job was done and turns to the iPod dock he'd dragged in from his room. Inappropriate music ahoy.]m

Current Mood: accomplished

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[The video comes on, and shows a scared and worried Elphaba; she looks like she wants to cry, and for anyone paying attention they may see the top of Wallaces faceless head in her lap]

I-I need help, Wallace isn't..h-he isn't awake, he's not even alive I don't think..he doesn't have a face, it's gone, he's just gone..

[The more she says the more her voice seems to quaver, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over]

Please, just, someone, anyone

Current Mood: scared

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[Wallace, or what is left of Wallace, is doubled over in the main halls. Once you get close to him you'll realise the worst part. He doesn't have a face. Non-responsive and just doing.. seemingly nothing. If he moves, there's no rhyme or reason for it. The first of the many victims of Koh.]

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[Wallace is casually lounging in the games room. Anyone within a 20 meter radius will be able to smell something inexplicably good and that would be him. This week he's giving off pheromones that make men attracted to him and women will just enjoy the aroma. Not much of a point to it, but more or less something that would simply stir up drama or potential amusement. Such was the working of the brain of the Author. But Wallace can't smell it. Why would he? If it's part of his natural smell, he'd be used to it and thus not notice it.]

(Feel free to bother him)

Current Mood: amused

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[Wallace is in the kitchen, hunched over a frying pan. Whilst he can handle hangovers very well, he's still finding himself feeling a little nauseous. Even so he's remaining in high spirits, making himself a bacon buttie to try and recover. Although anyone may notice that for once the music he has playing isn't as loud as it normally would be, instead it's relatively quiet and acoustic sounding. He's vaguely humming along with it.]

(OOC: Feel free to come along and bug him for one as well!)

Current Music: Stevie Nicks - Edge of Seventeen

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[There's a relatively familiar voice on the network raving before the feed finally sorts out the picture...oh wait, no that's just motion blur. Wallace has been regressed back to his University days, and right now he has a paper that's very much due in.]

Fuck! Where the hell is it?! This isn't funny, where the hell is it!? I've got a vital piece of coursework to hand in today that, you know, will affect my final grade! What the hell do you think you're doing!? UGH. Screw you all. If you're not gonna take this damn course seriously then don't make a joke out of my dedication.

...fucking hang over..

Yeah, that's right, let's make the hungover gay boy the joke today. 'Cause that's fucking original.

[He slumps on his desk in frustration and thunks his head on it several times. The feed ends on a despairing, high pitched whine.]

Current Music: Less Than Jake - Gainsville Rock City

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[In Wallace's wining and dining himself across the whole of Paris, he's managed to finally out do his limits, granted he's still vaguely coherent enough to text clearly, he's well practiced at it. Especially to Ramona or Scott's mobile, generally proclaiming his undying love for the guy. Though the text sounds strangely serious]

Ephaba I need to ask you something. It's really important that you get back to me, because It's been troubling me for the longest time now. I think my life depends on knowing the answer to this.

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[The feed starts with the sounding of what is becoming an all too familiar noise of annoyance. Outside Wallace's door is a very familiar face he had to deal with last week. His eyes widen and lets out a very loud yell, that really lacks any definition it's more along the lines of a: GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!. The next thing the feed will show is Wallace's foot punting the pumpkin's metaphorical face in and sending it flying down the corridor. Rather comically he chases the remnants that are bouncing down the hall and punts it once again. And again for added measure.]

GOD DAMNNIT WOMAN! IF I WANTED BUTTHURT I'D ASK FOR SOME ACTION!

[And thus ends the feed with him stomping the pumpkin into the carpet. Have fun cleaning up the "Jack"'o'lantern]

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[Wallace and Kio are quite happily tucked up together in Wallace's room, enjoying the after glow, music quietly playing in the background. To be honest he couldn't be happier that he'd found a bed partner like Kio, he was attractive, fun, flirty, and had glasses - his life was set. He'd been getting sufficiently shit faced on martinis as always, stuffing his face with bacon and eggs, definitely a plus from last week...even if..it was an..experience? Not something he wanted to do again though, joke about yeah sure, but he'd draw the line there thank you very much.

He nuzzled his nose into the side of Kio's hair with a contented grin, about to kiss his temple when there's a loud crashing against the door. He tenses as he sees what looks like the hint of an axe blade coming through the woodwork. It's not long before the pace increases, earning a horrified yell from the canadian. Oh he knew what this was. way too many times had he dreamed of Jack Nicholson as Johnny bursting through his door and sticking an axe through him as a child. God damn Stephen King...]

HEEEEREEE'S JOHNNY!

FUCK MY LIFE!

[Wallace pulls Kio closer and flinches, just waiting for him to stick an axe through him.]

Kio, before we die, I just wanna say, you're an awesome bed partner and I'm only sorry we didn't get to spend more time together!

Current Mood: scared
Current Music: Katy Perry - Teenage Dream

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[Wallace appears on the feed, smiling broadly. He's stood in the kitchen and there's the sound of hissing in a pan.]

Alright, people, so this ghost stuff sucks ass and has got us all a little down. I'm thinkin' cooked breakfast all round?

You hear that? That's the sound of manor bacon hitting the pan, and today a child is born to us and his name will be bacon. Can you smell it? Can you hear it? Isn't it a wonderful sound? Isn't it mouthwatering?

[The ghost of his hamster at that point in its rolly ball then just happens to get underfoot. Wallace trying not to step on him looses his footing and there's a thud as he slips over. The Blackberry lands on the countertop, nothing else is seen of the poor guy. On the floor he stares at the cute fat little pet in it's ball as it bops into his nose.]

Little bastard...

Everything does not suck!

[And there goes the feed]

Current Mood: sore

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[Anyone passing by the game's room on the first floor at around 10am will hear a loud thumping, sounding suspiciously like someone banging on a door. Meet Wallace, a sad sack who was punted out of the game room at midnight last night and is desperate to get back in and finish his game.]

Oh come on! I was like this close to being able to save it you ass!

[Throwing his ams up in frustration he slumps against the wall and frowns heavily. Somehow playing mario games whilst mildly intoxicated with pineapple cocktails made it better than when sober.]

Current Mood: aggravated

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[Wallace groans and rolls over in his half awake state, only to be met with the cold floor. Well he hadn't rolled out of bed that was for certain, his apartment may not have central heating but it wasn't that cold. He opens his eyes and finds himself looking at a concrete floor. Sitting up he also realises that he's dressed heat to foot in his extreme winter gear and a few additions.]

....The hell is this all about?

[He gets up and looks around, only to grimace at the sight. He can't even see out the window, the doors are shut tight and people are huddled around the fire. Why's he here?]

Shit, was it Ramona's exes..?

[Well..that was a bit egotistical, Scott would be the one they're after, unless these guys were going for his friends too...was he in Alaska or something? Sighing he wanders over to the fire, thinking it best to just focus on finding out where he is and more importantly how to get home.]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

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suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 14 ▓ // Alas poor Yorick I knew him well! [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 13 ▓ // Fuck you very much~ [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 12 ▓ // You were walking home that night, too kind to be illusive.. [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 11 ▓ // (forward dated after B's capture) There are worse things, perverse things // [vid]
1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com - Spell 30 .: Elphaba :. [Video/Voice] // backdated to Monday night
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 10 ▓ // Your eyes vacant and stained.. // [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 9 ▓ // We've all got our own pollution, it's all about the execution // [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 8 ▓ // Partying just a little too hard // [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 7 ▓ // Fuck you and yo movvah! // [Video]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 6 ▓ // Got My Drunk Text On // [Text - To Elphaba but accessible to all]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 5 ▓ // Oh hey again // [Accidental Video]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 4 ▓ // All work and no play...// [In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 3 ▓ // Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bacy~// [Video]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 2 ▓ // The manor is such a cruel mistress...//[In Person]
suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com - ▓ Martini 1 ▓ // Pripyat

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