ijustlivehere: (tg5)
So uh... Campbell's really gone.

Checked, and... yeah.

Guess he meant it.

'Least it's better than when Antimony left -- didn't even get any warning then.

Still. Sucks.
ijustlivehere: (Default)
 あの。。何これ?? 失礼だが、誰か日本語を分かることできる? 今、おれは英語ができんだそうです。

ルーシー。。謝ることができたならいいのにと思うけど。。分からねぇだろう。くそ。もうしわけねぇ。

そして、スティーヴンは今もへんらしいね。なぜだろう。。

簡単だった人生が急に難しくなった。

もう、頭がいてぇー。誰か助けてくれなー!

(ooc: yes, all this nonsense means Neil's been hit with the Lost in Translation curse. He can speak conversational Japanese on a normal day, but right now that's all he can do. If any one else speaks, yeah, he thinks he's some sort of cool tough guy which is why he talks like this. Also if his grammar is a little messy, it's because it's his (and my) second language. He (we) is (are) doing his (our) best.]
ijustlivehere: (Default)
[Text - Filtered to Campbell.]
Hey man. You said you'd help me out with songwriting sometime, right? I think I'm gonna take you up on that.

[Text - Filtered to Demyx.]
Is it cool if I stop by the store soon? Also, do you guys do layaway plans?

[Video - Open.]

[Neil is tapping a pen against a leaf of stationery on which he has jotted a few messy lines of what might be poetry. He's wearing a pair of bulky black headphones, and he slides them to rest behind his ears, nudges a carton of cigarettes out of the way with his elbow, and clears his throat.]
So uh, I dunno if this is the right way to go about this, but if I sit around trying to figure out what the best way is, I'd probably just never do it. So I'm... just gonna go for it. I guess.

I'm starting a music project, basically. I don't... actually play any instruments. Yet. But I actually have it on pretty good authority that I can sing. And I... [He glances down at the paper.] ...might be able to write lyrics. I'll get back to you on that.

I'm pretty sure it'd be good if I could find someone who can play acoustic guitar. And maybe keyboard. But I'm not really picky.

Dunno if the City really needs a new band, but it probably won't hurt.

Let me know if you're interested, basically. [A pause.] That's it.
ijustlivehere: (tg5)
Okay, yeah, this sucks. I'll admit it, okay? I hate that nobody ever wants to... no, y'know what? Forget people not ever wanting to do anything, people don't even hardly know I'm there unless I say something. It blows and I hate it and I'm... lonely. Okay? I said it, are you all happy now?
ijustlivehere: (Default)
[Neil's face is seen for all of two seconds before the device is knocked to the ground, landing instead on an awkwardly-angled view of the underside of a table. A good deal of shuffling can be heard, and the clinking of pet collars.]

Stop-- No! Off the-- Okay, Nymeria, to me! And little dude, you need to-- no, no, guys! Okay, c'mere.

[There is a small crash, and an indignant-sounding meow.]

Nym-- Gods. Nya, to me I said!

[When the device is righted and set back on the table, Neil has his husky puppy in his lap, and is holding her tightly by the collar. Resident cat Little Neil is slinking away in the background, looking offended.]



Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, uhmm.

I mentioned to a couple people that I might do like a belated birthday thing? 'S not really a party, but if anyone wanted to stop by today... there's, y'know, snacks. And you could meet the new puppy. [He pats Nymeria on the head, and she tries to nip at his hand.] It'd just be like, a really informal deal, so you could come by whenever.

[Neil's face falls, and he looks somewhat forlorn.] Stephen is... not here right now. So.

[Nymeria chooses that moment to slip out of her collar and bolt. Neil shoots to his feet, and frantically turns off the device before going after her.]

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