loonyandproud | Entries tagged with *character: lucy locke

Campbell: Hello, Citizens! This is Campbell Bain's Headspace, and it's a special show tonight, because last show, my dear husband decided t' point out that none of the music I'm playing is actually MUSICAL. So Flynn, hen, this entire show is dedicated t' tryin' t' find out what y' think music is. This first song is cos Flynn mentioned that all songs are either about love, or war, or both. It's no exactly an oldie, but I think it makes my point.

( Show #4 )

[ooc: Campbell thinks he is married to Flynn Rider today. And that Hanna is their son. Haha, Hanna, your dad is EMBARRASSING. ... And usually younger than you. >.>]

Campbell: Hello, and welcome t' Campbell Bain's Headspace. I'll start having a little intro bit the moment I decide what kinda show this is. At the moment, it's one where I repeat myself all over again, only in a more clever way. I just...feel like reiterating, you know, cos the fact of it never gets boring t' me. So here's me, remindin' you Citizens what happened two nights ago.

( Show #2 )

[Video up on Campbell. He is beyond mussed. He's wearing jeans now, and a t-shirt, but his hair is all over the place and he still has a massive amount of eye-makeup on, albeit slightly smudged eye-makeup, from sleeping in it.

He also looks thrilled.]

I lost my virginity!

[Video opens because Campbell's slammed his device down onto the table from giggling too much. He promptly lets the device go and replaces it in his hand with his mostly empty pint. He's managed to achieve what Chris and Ray never could, namely, finding a pub that serves British, not American pints. You're welcome, British Polychromatids.

He's at a table with Stephen Stills, who is dressed in plaid flannel and a toque. Campbell's wearing a normal loose yellow shirt of his along with a kilt with a sporran, which is evident when he stands up to go refill his pint. It's not empty as he goes, but it's empty by the time he gets to the bar, still giggling.]

Another Dead Elephant!

Actually, just bring a pitcher.

Aye! Aye, that. A pitcher!

[He wanders back off to his table, leaving a bemused barkeeper in his wake.]

[ooc: GUESS WHO'S DRUNK?

No, actually, call this a literary experiment but this is me and Stephen-mun getting drunk while our characters get drunk. If we go on tangents, or spell badly, etc, IT'S IC. 8|

Also, feel free to tag from the Network, or to be in the pub actually, do WHATEVER.]

I wasnae cursed today, or yesterday, which is kinda boring, but I suppose it's no that bad. I still have these stitches t' be gettin' on with. Anyway, it's gonna be my birthday in a week, almost, April 18th. I'm no gonna be a teenager anymore! How brilliant is that!? I hope I'm walking around properly by then.

Oh, and are the harpies gone, now? Did the riddle make sense wi' that? Or was it complete nonsense?

Do people want t' do something for my birthday, like going to a pub, maybe, that could work, or y' could just come t' my flat once I'm properly moved back in there or....I dunno, if anyone has any ideas, you can help me brainstorm!

[Campbell is sitting, propped up in his bed at Oh Aces. He hasn't got a shirt on, but he's got bandages wrapped around his upper torso, so it doesn't really matter. Of course, without any sort of baggy top on, you can see just how ridiculously skinny he is, but he's not bothered.]

Hanna? I thought it'd be best t' go the direct approach wi' these birds, so I just went and asked them what they were planning, basically. I mean, it was part of a plan, I made sure I was near a building I could get into, but they still scored me across the back. It wasnae too bad, I got the doctors t' fix my gross parasite. That was the worst part, really, no the gouges in my back, cos they had t' extract the parasites somehow and Christ did it hurt.

It's better now, though, it's just hard t' not scratch at my chest, really. Feels weird... No as weird as before, I suppose.

Anyway, I went up to a harpy and asked her what they were planning. I dunno if she was really expecting that sort of thing to happen, but she spoke t' me, anyway. Said a riddle. Hang on, I've got it written down.

[He wriggles a bit to get a piece of paper out of his jeans pocket, wincing a bit when he moves.]

Right, here it is.

"Towers of sound and towers of sun
Three into twelve begets three into one."

Properly mystical, isn't it? Anyway, I was gonna ask something else only then two more of them came swooping down at me fae the sides and I had t' scarper. They nearly got me, even, but they didn't. Clearly.

Anyway, maybe you or someone else can work that out, cos I dunno what she was going on about.

Oh, and Curt's gone. Out of the City, I think, or he's just gone off somewhere and left a message for the hell of it. But I'm sure he'll be back. I just joined his band, after all.

[He types a bit and this comes up:]

Time Bomb:
Demyx is in charge of making you learn the music.
Stephen is in charge of business.
Campbell is not allowed to touch the telecaster but can borrow other two guitars. Needs girl. Does not need hat.
Practice.
Enjoy life.
Feed cat if found.
--Curt

I don't see what's wrong wi' my hat. It's a cool hat. The rest seems okay, though. Anyway, he'll definitely be back. He left a note. He wouldnae leave a note and no come back.

[Campbell is sitting restlessly in a chair. It’s not his: he’s at Oh Aces, as a sort of sanctuary until the harpies stop being. Whenever that might be.]

This is dull. I cannae cope wi’ bein’ cooped up inside like this but I reckon I cannae cope wi’ my intestines being pulled outta my stomach by a metallic bird lady either so I dunno. Even getting pissed doesnae help much, and I’m gonna run out of money at this rate. We better not still be having to pay rent, I cannae go to work. Curt, we don’t have to pay rent when the City’s under siege by harpies, do we? There has t’ be somethin’ set up for that or I’m going after our landlord. Or lady. Whoever it is.

The barrier’s down too, is it no? I’m not exactly sure what I can do wi’ that…I havenae got a boat or anything, and this is an island…has anyone with a boat tried escaping? Did they get eaten by harpies? Maybe loads of folk who’re already dead here should get together and get on a boat. And bring rocket launchers, maybe, t’ do something about harpies dive-bombing the ship, or whatever harpies tend t’ do, I havenae got that much experience with them. I’m not dead, though, so I don’t really want to risk that, not when I’m a DJ and a rock star, here.

Oh, aye, and this. [He lifts up his shirt and hoody to show his ridiculously thin chest, which has been Woven. All braided gross raised lines of skin, and though he can’t look at it so closely himself, if you were to zoom in on it, you could probably see a bit of the worms through vaguely translucent skin.] What’s this meant t’ be? I just woke up and I had it. It’s all sorta…raised and disgusting, so if someone knows how t’ deal with it, I’d appreciate it. It might not be an arm off fae harpies, but I don’t exactly want it getting worse, whatever it is. I cannae go spoiling my looks, not with my jobs!

[Tops down again, and he reaches and turns the video off.]

[Here we have action!Campbell, because he's both viciously pleased with himself, and angry, which combines into....action.]

Did anyone actually give Flynn Rider a trophy? The one which was meant to be for not stealing? Well, it looks like his trophy really ought t' be taken away cos my record player, Curt's pin, and by extension, this whooooole recent crime wave is his fault. If the police could go and question him, now, and get all of us back our stuff, sooner would be better than later, cos he shouldnae be allowed to enjoy his ill-gotten gains for a second longer!

[A pause, and then he smiles properly, looking a little bit hopeful.]

That part done with, there's no any women I made a good impression on a couple days back who'd be willing t' go on a date wi' me today? Y' might've all just been cursed t' talk t' me but y' never know, really. I thought it was better t' ask than no.

[And then, added as an afterthought:] It's a bit...wet outside, is it no?

[Video is turned on. Campbell is not looking very pleased. He's also sitting somewhere not easily recognisable, leaning against a wall.]

I think I've been calm. I've been very calm. I calmly contacted the police a few days ago. [Blatant lie about the calm bit. In general.] I calmly waited for them t' find something. But I'm no doin' this traditionally anymore cos I'm bloody fed up. So you! Bastard who broke in and stole my record player! You'd best return it or else I will find you, and you willnae like what happens next. D'you hear me? I'm givin' y' one last chance tae return it, no questions asked, and then I'm coming after you! [And as an afterthought:] And return Curt's pin y' stole, too.

[This means something occurs to him, apparently.]

Curt, how d'you get your cat t' stop attacking your feet? Cos it willnae stop. I tried t' make friends and then it came in and started attacking them. I had t' climb on top of my chest a drawers.

[Camera swoops around to demonstrate. The cat isn't in the room. Campbell really is hunched on top of a chest of drawers. Camera back to his face.]

It was the only place high enough t' make it stop but now I don't wanna climb down cos it'll probably come back and it actually hurts cos it's got bloody sharp claws and everything. It might just be my socks but I don't want t' take them off in case it isnae. It'd take away my last protective layer and I'd rather keep walking, honestly. I don't have anything up here t' distract it, either. And I don't know where it is...

[ooc: So, uh. This is the thing that will keep him in one place long enough to be speed-dated over the device. If....you so choose.]

I didnae think I'd ever hear a song I liked less than "Lovin' You". Or maybe it's just the way it keeps goin' forever but I'm no willing t' start playing "Lovin' You" on repeat t' check. [There's a brief pause. And then Campbell starts yelling, a bit away from the device, presumably at the song.] You cannae teach me t' be happy! I know how t' be happy! I'm an expert at being happy! You're just a useless bloody song!

[Something goes smash, (from Campbell flinging it across the room) and that's it for the recording.]