It's sad, really. He actually enjoyed it as a season until now. But this? This fucking ice storm he's had to drag his ass through for three days, screaming the entire time? It's made him lose his love for anything even remotely related to temperature below freezing. He's bundled up in the jacket and other gear he'd been given, reluctant to take it off even though he's been within the city limits for awhile now. His nose is red, as are his ears. One could call him Rudolph it's such a cherry color.
Miserable wouldn't even begin to touch on Elliot's mood right now. He's tired and hungry, despite having more or less passed out in his designated igloo upon arrival and there's only one thing on his mind right now as he stomps his way through snowy streets - hot chocolate.
A warm drink of any kind would be fantastic, but something sweet and comforting is what Elliot needs to make everything feel right again. He's so desperate that when he passes by The Frosty Tap he doesn't hesitate to go in. Unfortunately for Elliot, he realizes too late it's a mix your own drink sort of deal.
So, here he is, sitting on a stool before a counter top, with a few different things before him, not knowing what to do. There's a small sniffle from him and his red nose and even though the three eyed bartender is encouraging enough...he's done. There's a loud thud that comes from his direction as his forehead meets the top of the bar, fingers curling around the edges. Why did everything have to be so shitty?!]
All I want...is hot chocolate...is that really too much to ask for?!
ARTIFICIAL INSULTS
[It's been twenty minutes since Elliot got up from a much needed nap but a bit of beauty sleep hasn't done much to curb his temper. In fact, he's basically been fighting with his bathroom mirror for the past twenty minutes, throwing insult after insult back at it. All he'd wanted to do is brush his teeth. Why...why was technology so cursed?!
Naturally, because it's Elliot, he can be heard practically a mile away, screaming. If you're unfortunate enough to be igloo neighbours well...sorry. Maybe you should go make sure he's okay?]
SHUT THE HELL UP MY NOSE ISN'T A TOMATO YOU STUPID MIRROR!
[Why is he like this make him stop please...]
LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH...
[Everything about Nadril, as far as Elliot is concerned, sucks. The more exploring he does, the more things he finds to take issue with. Currently said issue is being taken with the weird robotic insects that seem to suddenly approach him and spit a slew of photographs into his face. Immediately he sputters, arms flailing, as he moves to catch a few.
He wishes he hadn't.
There's a look of horror on his face as he stares, wide-eyed and frozen to the core. What's captured in the still image is the sight of his only sister, beheaded, tumbling down a flight of stairs that have been burned into his mind. His mittened fingers begin to tremble, before the rest of him is shaking with rage. Immediately he moves to reach for one of the little robots but misses. That doesn't mean he'll give up trying, the photograph crumpled in the hand that had caught it.]
WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS, HUH?! HOW DARE YOU I'LL BREAK YOUR STUPID WINGS OFF!!!
WILDCARD
[Elliot can be found around Nadril hating his life. I'm pretty much down for anything when it comes to him so hit me up or post something here and I'll roll with it.]
Elliot Nightray | Pandora Hearts
[It's official: Elliot Nightray hates winter.
It's sad, really. He actually enjoyed it as a season until now. But this? This fucking ice storm he's had to drag his ass through for three days, screaming the entire time? It's made him lose his love for anything even remotely related to temperature below freezing. He's bundled up in the jacket and other gear he'd been given, reluctant to take it off even though he's been within the city limits for awhile now. His nose is red, as are his ears. One could call him Rudolph it's such a cherry color.
Miserable wouldn't even begin to touch on Elliot's mood right now. He's tired and hungry, despite having more or less passed out in his designated igloo upon arrival and there's only one thing on his mind right now as he stomps his way through snowy streets - hot chocolate.
A warm drink of any kind would be fantastic, but something sweet and comforting is what Elliot needs to make everything feel right again. He's so desperate that when he passes by The Frosty Tap he doesn't hesitate to go in. Unfortunately for Elliot, he realizes too late it's a mix your own drink sort of deal.
So, here he is, sitting on a stool before a counter top, with a few different things before him, not knowing what to do. There's a small sniffle from him and his red nose and even though the three eyed bartender is encouraging enough...he's done. There's a loud thud that comes from his direction as his forehead meets the top of the bar, fingers curling around the edges. Why did everything have to be so shitty?!]
All I want...is hot chocolate...is that really too much to ask for?!
ARTIFICIAL INSULTS
[It's been twenty minutes since Elliot got up from a much needed nap but a bit of beauty sleep hasn't done much to curb his temper. In fact, he's basically been fighting with his bathroom mirror for the past twenty minutes, throwing insult after insult back at it. All he'd wanted to do is brush his teeth. Why...why was technology so cursed?!
Naturally, because it's Elliot, he can be heard practically a mile away, screaming. If you're unfortunate enough to be igloo neighbours well...sorry. Maybe you should go make sure he's okay?]
SHUT THE HELL UP MY NOSE ISN'T A TOMATO YOU STUPID MIRROR!
[Why is he like this make him stop please...]
LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH...
[Everything about Nadril, as far as Elliot is concerned, sucks. The more exploring he does, the more things he finds to take issue with. Currently said issue is being taken with the weird robotic insects that seem to suddenly approach him and spit a slew of photographs into his face. Immediately he sputters, arms flailing, as he moves to catch a few.
He wishes he hadn't.
There's a look of horror on his face as he stares, wide-eyed and frozen to the core. What's captured in the still image is the sight of his only sister, beheaded, tumbling down a flight of stairs that have been burned into his mind. His mittened fingers begin to tremble, before the rest of him is shaking with rage. Immediately he moves to reach for one of the little robots but misses. That doesn't mean he'll give up trying, the photograph crumpled in the hand that had caught it.]
WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS, HUH?! HOW DARE YOU I'LL BREAK YOUR STUPID WINGS OFF!!!
WILDCARD
[Elliot can be found around Nadril hating his life. I'm pretty much down for anything when it comes to him so hit me up or post something here and I'll roll with it.]