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Mar. 28th, 2011 09:43 am[The communicator clicks on at an odd angle, like it's just been haphazardly tossed to the ground. Luckily, you get an artsy view of Arthur's couch, which currently has a fourteen-year-old Arthur dancing on it, all gangly and grunge-chic. He's singing-- or... screaming-- along to some Nirvana and getting his dirty shoes all over the couch.]
Grandma take me home, Grandma take me home, Grandma take me hooooome!
[And then he sort of stumbles off the couch in a heap, laughing, as the song winds down and the next one comes on. What's this? Oh, Arthur's drunk off of... Arthur's liquor collection. You can see an empty bottle of whiskey rolling around in the background if you're paying attention. He props himself up on his elbows and reaches out to grab the communicator, bringing it clooose to his face, grinning, giggling a little.]
Hey, hey... HEY. Anyone-- anyone got... some smokes? I'll traaaaade. [He snorts with laughter, then drops his head down, thinking, and pulls it up again with a little frown.] Dude. Hey. Dude. Why're there... there so many fuckin' kids here?
[BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A KID, ARTHUR.]
I say-- I-- I think... everyone who's like, not a kid? Should come here. [He rolls onto his back, laughing with glorious intoxication, and fumbles around with the communicator, so you're getting some tilty angles and shaky-cam going now.] We could party. [He raises his brow, as though he's just noticed that the music's still playing, and he's suddenly VERY EXCITED.] Whooo! [And with that, he starts singing the next song and finally manages to click the communicator off.]
[OOC: Arthur was a terrible kid :c]
Grandma take me home, Grandma take me home, Grandma take me hooooome!
[And then he sort of stumbles off the couch in a heap, laughing, as the song winds down and the next one comes on. What's this? Oh, Arthur's drunk off of... Arthur's liquor collection. You can see an empty bottle of whiskey rolling around in the background if you're paying attention. He props himself up on his elbows and reaches out to grab the communicator, bringing it clooose to his face, grinning, giggling a little.]
Hey, hey... HEY. Anyone-- anyone got... some smokes? I'll traaaaade. [He snorts with laughter, then drops his head down, thinking, and pulls it up again with a little frown.] Dude. Hey. Dude. Why're there... there so many fuckin' kids here?
[BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A KID, ARTHUR.]
I say-- I-- I think... everyone who's like, not a kid? Should come here. [He rolls onto his back, laughing with glorious intoxication, and fumbles around with the communicator, so you're getting some tilty angles and shaky-cam going now.] We could party. [He raises his brow, as though he's just noticed that the music's still playing, and he's suddenly VERY EXCITED.] Whooo! [And with that, he starts singing the next song and finally manages to click the communicator off.]
[OOC: Arthur was a terrible kid :c]
