Jul. 9th, 2014

characterdefect: through a singularly (◈ & i miss the bus)
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[Roderick remembers everything, of course. When he wakes up and realizes he is having a very literal out-of-body experience, he chalks it up to Barge weird and is more amused than anything. It only takes him about five minutes to realize he's got a tactical advantage in his new body. He learned quickly enough when working with the family that women are far more likely to be physically underestimated than men - often to their benefit, if they're women like Louise.]

[He spends some time observing the comings and goings of other changed passengers, then flips on the feed with a quirked brow and a small smile.]


Hi. [A quick wave.] I'm not, uh. Sure exactly what's going on here, but I get the sense it's not 100% normal? Yes? No? Am I warm, at least?

I'm Tamara, anyway. Thrilled to be here, hope to get to know all of you sooner rather than later, and did I hear something about a bar?

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[Which is where he'll be, along with, quite frankly, everywhere. He enjoys the freedom of walking around disguised as someone else through no effort whatsoever, enjoys looking at people from a different perspective, enjoys strategizing how to reach the jugular from below rather than above. Everything's different, and everything intrigues him.]

[When not at the bar, he can be found anywhere that inmates can reach and purported wardens would go. The gym is a repeat destination, where he practices knife fighting and attacks the punching bag with a curiously scientific dedication, as if trying to break it. On deck, he can be found with a copy of the collected works of Keats, and in the library frowning over Ginsberg. In the dining hall, he cozies up to people he doesn't recognize, always with a smile and a weapon in his back pocket.]


( ooc; roderick is obviously affected, replies coming from [personal profile] howflawed. )

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During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.

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Tim "Roderick" Nelson