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juno "disastrous dame" steel. ([personal profile] monologue) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarking 2019-11-29 08:05 pm (UTC)

juno steel – the penumbra podcast.

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USERNAME: juno.steel

looking for a tall noodle of a guy with glasses, probably agonizing real loud over the fact that he got a bad haircut. goes by the name dauphin or ransom. dont ask why hes weird and probably delirious and wont give you a straight answer. let me know if youve seen him.

also one of the showerheads in the safehouse is kinked up into a weird knot. anyone know who can fix that? yes it was my fault no i dont know how to straighten it out and i cant brute force it i just made it worse. thx.

bye.


fight club. (ringside chat)

If you're gonna punch a lady at least knock me out!

[ perched on the edge of a table, juno shouts and lifts a very raggedy looking middle finger—bent at an alarmingly wrong angle. definitely broken. how he's still got the ability to talk like that is beyond anyone's ability to know. he's new in town, after all. whoever is walking by him gives him a look that would probably wither most. instead, juno straightens, doesn't even put his hand down. maybe it's respect or maybe it's just the fact that they don't have time to deal with him, they're just stalking off back into the crowd.

glancing over at whoever walks by, juno then nods a little. ]
Hey, you know where I can get a band-aid for this or something? And maybe a shot of whiskey. I need a goddamn drink.

a life of chaos. (monsters)

[ looking for a bit of shelter? yeah, juno too. which is why we are now in a somewhat decrepit closet just barely hanging on its metal hinges, some of the pins from the door hinge having already fallen to the ground. looks a little dire as whatever it is outside is beginning to try and bang a little more earnestly against the door, scratching and clawing trying to make its way inside. ]

Don't think they're coming in to borrow a cup of sugar, [ he mutters, reaching forward and slowly rising to his feet as there's another sharp slam against the metal door—the only thinking keeping him and whoever else is in here somewhat safe from the monster outside. ] Got any ideas?

[ the pins from said door begins to roll a bit strangely on the ground in an anxious circle. cool cool cool. ]

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