loonyandproud: (Helping)
[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.]
loonyandproud: ([Fergus] Yelling)
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!

#14 [Video]

Apr. 6th, 2011 01:42 pm
loonyandproud: (Default)
[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.

#7 [Video]

Feb. 12th, 2011 02:44 pm
loonyandproud: (I Cannae...)
[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.]

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