raceme: (Vortex: Neck)
Blurr ([personal profile] raceme) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment2012-09-10 05:11 pm

[Text /Video] Posted around midnight originating from Vector's temple]

[It's been a long and busy day, but all of Blurr’s days are like that. He usually doesn’t post to the comm unless it’s something important, but he’s been feeling weird since dawn and he wants a distraction.

At first, only text shows up. All the same message, repeated over and over again.]


All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work |...

[The post switches over to video. Blurr is on the highest tower of Vector’s temple, close to one of the platforms, and he's walking on one of the crystal-like cables as if it were a tightrope. For the curious, he got up there by running since there’s no other way to get to the top, unless you have wings.

Blurr frowns for a second before his lips curl into a grin and his optics flash. They look almost red for a nanosecond.]

Who wants to play with Blurr?
docbot: (feeling like I'm walking into danger)

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[personal profile] docbot 2012-09-13 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. Not like I'm ashamed of the fact that I've survived, unlike certain others.

[He smirks up at Blurr.]

Sounds to me like someone's just afraid to come out and play. What, you think the other kids at the playground are gonna tell you you're too much of a loser?

... then again, maybe you are.


[He turns away, making as if to start back to 'home', and waving as he goes.]

See ya, weakling.