Okay, so after playing Timothy for a little while now I've come to realize that he likes to possess people (no shit!1! 8|).

Now, whenever he does I'll PM/IM another player and ask permission, but that can get a little tedious, especially for small things.

So! I've made a permission post for Timothy's Divine Possession abilities!

Would you like your character to be possessed? Would you like Tim to assist in another character's demise (with player's consent, of course)? Anything goes~

Character's Name:
Canon:
Reason for being possessed?: If you don't have one yet and this is just a precaution (?) that's okay!
Way to contact you:
Is this a group plot? Y/N:

WAYS TO CONTACT ME:
- AIM @ justin cried
- EMAIL @ justincriedariver@gmail.com

Orz, I hope I did this right. If anyone has any questions, please ask here!

Is there anything I should work on? Personality? Grammar? Etc? Please state them here, but please no flaming! Constructive criticism, please.

Who put this stupid gnome on my bed?!

[the camera shows that his window is open and there is a dark figure on his bed. it's hard to see in the lacking light of the setting sun, but it's obviously a gnome.]

God damn it, 's got dirt everywhere!



[ooc; HOPE THIS IS COOL.]

Oi, who knows how get peanut butter outta th' V- viccee- C-R? It plays th' movies!



... Shit, it's makin' a weird noise now.


[ooc; FOURTH WALL POST FOR TODAY AND TOMORROW. everything is A-OK hit him with anyone or anything (or both). i'll be out most of the day, but backlogging is totes cool~]

N-Not now, girl- [The dog whimpers.]

H-Hey has... has anyone seen Allen today? Maybe he just got lost again... right?

[A long silence. Fidgets with the device. Then he throws something.]

...Stupid fool.



[ooc; orz posted later, like around 10 am. i'll post tomorrow for tim too for 4th wall day. ALLEN IS GONE.]

... Shit. This ain't good.

[The video shows Timothy's room and there's a pile of... nice accessories in front of him. Watches, jewelry, money, shiny coins, wallets, etc... Maybe even a few knives.]

Maybe I can... flush it or somethin'...




[ooc; BACKDATED TO EARLIER TODAY. timothy is cursed and went pick-pocketing during his walk earlier today. apartment mates feel free to notice some of your things gone and in the pile~]

[First there's only voice. There's a scream and, of course, it's Timothy's voice.]

No fuckin' way-

[The camera ~magically~ turns on and there's Timothy in front of a mirror with 'her' shirt off. There really isn't much on 'her' chest, but it's more than he had before.]

This shit sucks! I ain't even big!



[ooc; and now to enjoy the last few days of my paid. rest in peace. PB is sheyrl from vassalord. yes tim is a girl. backdated to noon-ish? it'll last all weekend.]

STOP- BAD DOG, STOP-

[Crash crash skid. For the entertainment of others everything is caught on video as Timothy runs around the apartment, oddly, covered in orange paint. Just barely out of his reach are two dogs ALSO covered in orange paint.

They're also tracking orange paint everywhere. Even that nice carpet, and that cat on the couch? Guess what it has on its paws, too?]

ARRGH-

[Off screen Timothy growls out in aggravation. Something hits the device and a better picture of the room comes into view:]

( not cut ICly )

[At first there isn't any video, only the sound of Timothy sleeping and the...sound of wings fluttering? Lassie barks and then whines. Soon after, suddenly...

An ear-piercing (literally) SCREAM.

The video switches on.]

-elp me, help! Th' hell I can't- [Sobbing because OW WHAT THE FUCK his tooth was just torn out. A small trickle of blood down his chin he spits it out to the side. The camera shakes as he runs away from the mad fairies.

...Yeah, now he's in the kitchen.] Fuckin' beasts, 'll kill ya! [Still crying he grabs for the can of bug spray that mutates you in 20 years. Promptly sprays it at the fairies that do-not-like that.]

Die, die!

OW

She- bit me-

LASSIE BIT ME!

[Cursing goes...here.]





[ooc; CURSED 'my best enemy' lassie (the dog) went kujo on timothy and bit his hand. ANYONE THAT'S HIS FRIEND NORMALLY WILL NOT BE LIKED...WELL. people who he hates will be greeted as if you're his friend :D;...]

Shit. This might be one of my best days here, heh.

The rest of ya'll who can't sleep worth a damn watch that TV we got an' put it on that food network. It'll make Allen hungry an' his stomach growls can keep everyone awake. Sound like a freakin' lion if it's the iron chef or somethin'.



...Damn it.





[ooc; NOT CURSED and extremely bored. which may lead to bad things.]

I know yer right, I was wrong. Just 'cause you've been quiet all this time doesn't mean ya gotta make up for it now.

[Silence.]

...I don't know. I don't how to make up for this kinda stuff. Most everythin' I do messes up anyways. [Rustle of cloth; he shrugs.]

[Another silence.]

I just...can't do stuff like that an' not think it through no more. Shut up, you didn'- Chhhee...



[ooc; I can speak no lies! curse. He's talking to Tsukikami right now (meaning you can only hear Timothy, not Tsuki), after having learned a very valuable lesson. Yay for character development! Post-Underground, he's sitting in his room for apartment-people.]

HEY GUYS~!


[And the screen shows this. Mhmm.]


Aww man, ISN'T IT TH' COOLEST?! Look, its horns are still intact, too...!

I wonder what it tastes like...




[ooc; yes, that is MY beetle. dead, but mine. i found it while i was on campus and i'm OFF HIATUS YAAAY. also, this is his 4th wall post. EVERYTHING IS A GO and backdating is soooo okay~ posting early (it's midnight here, unless my clock is lying to me...) for all those going to be scarce today :)]

[The devices turns on of some unknown accord. Of course, it records screaming.] --ssez pas! Ne me blessez pas!

[He speaks in French, being spoke to in French, naturally. Although, the question is who is speaking to him in the first place…

Sobbing. Running. He pushes things out of the way, uncaring if they break. When cornered he starts to throw anything near him at his invisible assailent.] It is not… Il n'est pas à vous! Il n'est pas à vous à prendre!

[A startled sob. Then -]

DON'T COME NEAR ME! Leave…I’ll kill you…I’ll kill you…-

[The feed ends abruptly.]


[ooc; …father’s day. Yeah. Basically his father ( who I will put in the general ‘abusive drunk daddy’ slot /go canon information~) wants the jewel he shoved down his boy’s throat back. Even if it means carving it out of his head. Of course this isn’t going to happen, but you can imagine the conversation. Also, Timothy ran out of the apartment to go outside, most likely breaking something on his way out.

Translation go as this: “-hurt me! Do not hurt me!” “It is not yours! It is not yours to take!”

YAY LAST ANGST POST /s-sob]

[Posted around noon, city-time.]

[A soft, muffled sobbing before the post is switched to private.]

private to allen; nearly unhackable

A-Allen...

...I-I don't- ...I don't...

[A series of sniffs and hyperventilated cries.] I-I can't- ...I can't stop th-them!

I-I don't... [A few more soft cries.]





[ooc; I SWEAR ON MY FIRST BORN CHILD'S LIFE come monday his life will get SO MUCH BETTER. We're just reaching the climax of Road's dreams here so please bear with me ;_; ALSO - in case I didn't make it clear (and idk if I did /derp derp) Timothy is in the hospital BECAUSE he caught Colorado Tick fever from one of the ticks from the animals in the apartment. It's the city plot and I thought it'd make sense.

okay I'll stop rambling.]

What th- NO, NO-

HUEY, WHERE THE HELL- what the- this accent

[gujhgu] GIMME MY BODY BACK, SO HELP ME- Yo - Yer - ...Your-




[Crashing sounds.] ...WHAT IS THAT THING?!





[ooc; body swap with huey 8) tim also found sasword in his hair, which i assume would be there. if not he can always spot beat on the couch and be scarred forever.]