bastardbytrade: ([ smiiiiile ] like an open highway)
[The feed kicks in to the low laugh of Mordecai. He's pretty darn amused, and judging by the video stream is crashed back in his own bed with the camera facing away from him.]

I got it, I got it.

[Another chuckle. The camera turns to face him. Morde's missing his shirt as well as his mask and is grinning into the comm. It's pretty clear that he's trying not to crack the hell up laughing.

Lilith's voice cuts through the sound.]


What are you doing with your comm? You're not doing what I think you're doing.

Boat. I have an announcement to make. Lilith is a fat ass.

[The camera turns to Lilith, who stands at the foot of the bed looking most unhappy. She's got a tank top on, panties, socks and... appears to be trying to pull Mordecai's pants on and is failing to get them over her hips. It pays to be a skinny bastard.]

You bitch!

[As Mordecai cracks the hell up laughing, the Siren lunges for him, still wearing his pants as best she can. The feed cuts out.]
bastardbytrade: ([ tch ] are you kidding me)
 [The comm clicks on to a lovely view of the ceiling in Sergei's. There's a fumble, a muttered cuss and then Mordecai's unmasked face appears on the screen.]

Ahh shit. I didn't want this video crap.

[Please hold while he grumbles to himself and downs the remnants of his glass.]

Booze and pool tables at Sergei's. Life is good. How about you all cut the whiny shit and just... run with it.

[Yeah, he's... drunk. But that's nothing new now is it? Mordecai snickers and cuts off the feed.]





(ooc: Captain Doucheface over here is at the bar. Come annoy him! He's a real people person. 8D)

bastardbytrade: ([ idle ] it's my life)


[Mordecai's been chilling out at crustacian cove and mostly keeping to himself since he went and got himself killed. He's relaxing more than he usually allows and rather enjoying being off the ship.

Until of course his comm sprays him in the face with water. With an angry scowl he snarls into the comm.]

I'm not fucking talking right now.

[That said, he clicks it off and promptly throws the comm to land with his boots, vest, mask and shield that have been neglected on the sand behind him. He's just gonna sit and soak up the silence. It's been too long since Mordecai has had a chance to just... stop.]


(ooc: come ruin his silence. kick sand at him. tackle him. spill your drink on him. HE'D LOVE YOU FOR IT REALLY. 8D)


bastardbytrade: ([ idle ] it's my life)
I can't see shit, but from listening in to what people say on this damn thing, I've gotten off lightly.

[Breathing is heavy. Mordecai is having a bit of trouble keeping it together.]

Should of known this would happen--

[Sharp inhale, like a gasp.]

What the fuck was-- Bloodwing!? Is that you boy? Lilith!? Where the hell are you?!


[[ooc: Mordecai was a Lookout, so he's blind. Also has a few little sound based hallucinations happening, namely a rush of wings flapping past his head. He might be seen ducking from nothing and cringing away cursing Rakks and Skags. Throw in the mouth filter fail and we've got ourselves one very paranoid, very insecure Mordecai.

Also. His mask is off. 8D]]

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