002; video - february 14, 2010 - early evening

[rebellious]

[ The feed seems to be, quite unfortunately, firmly fixated on what looks to be a rather worn and dog-eared lapel and maybe a bit of a chin. He still hasn't quite mastered the fine art of proper SC use. ]

Should anyone come across two siblings among the new arrivals, I ask that you inform me immediately. One of these brothers possesses height greater than most; the other, a unique orneriness.

I thank you for your time.

[ Wait... oh, that's right. Ahem. ]

Might I also add: should any unpartnered Meisters have need of a firearm-based Weapon, do not hesitate to contact me. I would join in this effort however I can.

Comments

action; go and hire some more

[rebellious]

My garments are not trash, and even then it is still my offal.

[ pocket-snatch v.2. he's even getting onto his knees to do it, an expression of what looks to be determination crossing his face.

you aren't taking his stuff bro. ]

action; no one wants the job now

[cursedwithagift]

I don't think you'd get rid of it if I gave it back.

[looking faintly alarmed and scooting away again. he will take that hideous tie and you can't stop him]

action; monk: the one man army

[rebellious]

You are correct: I wouldn't.

[ still not entirely certain why he's so vehement about it but OH HEY IT'S TIME TO OUTRIGHT LUNGE FOR IT. ]

action; all who hear his name cower in fear

[cursedwithagift]

[WOW WHAT THE FUCK DUDE THIS IS CRAZY AND YOU ARE GETTING HIM DUSTY

Monk obviously isn't expecting this and so goes down, but he'll be damned if he lets that tie go. you are going to have to pry it out of his cold dead hands, buddy.]

Stop! Stop it right now!

action; all of heaven sings his praises oh wait

[rebellious]

[ DUST IS CASTIEL'S MIDDLE NAME. (probably not.) HE LAUGHS IN THE FACE OF DUST. (he probably doesn't.)

But he's being very methodical about the whole situation at least. Continue to resist and he will be forced to sit on you. ]

Return the tie.

action; they're just jealous

[cursedwithagift]

[sit on him and Monk will freak out like the world is falling down around his ears. HE'LL DO IT, DON'T THINK HE WON'T.]

No.

action; like oh my gawd whatevah

[rebellious]

[ He is looking pretty close to it; gotta keep the guy down somehow, and body weight is the only available option at current moment. ]

This is not a request. Return it.

[ You know what? Do you know what?




Time to sit while he makes an attempt at pocket-rifling, that's what. ]

action; the hills are aliiiive with the sound of butthuuuuurt

[cursedwithagift]

Absolutely not.

[oh. hell. no. welcome to the fight of your life as Monk struggles to GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT NOPE NOPE NO]

action; dont cry for meeee

[rebellious]

Yes.

[ can't stop this machine HE REALLY WANTS THAT TIE BACK SO BEST BE PREPARED FOR THE MOST BRISK AND DETERMINEDLY EFFICIENT POCKET PATDOWN OF YOUR LIFE, BRO. ]

action; MARGE AND TINA

[cursedwithagift]

No!

[ONLY IF YOU'RE PREPARED FOR THE MOST DEFIANT WRITHING AND ARM FLAILING IN RETALIATION, MAN. HE IS LIKE A CRAZY PERSON.

OH.

WAIT.]

action; THE TRUTH IS GET OUT

[rebellious]

Yes!

[ WOW WATCH IT WITH THE WAYWARD ARMS YOU NEARLY SOCKED HIM A GOOD ONE IN THE NOSE.

OH.

WAIT.

YOU JUST SOCKED HIM A GOOD ONE IN THE NOSE.

NOW IT'S MILDLY BLOODY POCKET PAWING GOING DOWN.

THIS IS A MAN UNDETERRED. ]

action; JUST GET THROUGH YOUR WILD DAY

[cursedwithagift]

[blood. blood on his clothes.

blood.

on.

his.

clothes.

Monk freezes up for a moment before exploding in a wild frenzied fit that would make a passerby think that Castiel is trying to kill him. THIS IS A MAN FIGHTING TO ESCAPE WITH EVERY FIBER OF HIS OCD BEING]

It's blood, it's blood, get it off get it off!

action; sfdgfhjkll monk bb

[rebellious]

[ To be quite honest, and Castiel himself wouldn't deny it himself should the topic arise, but the guy's frenzied outburst is quite nearly enough to both unseat him and unnerve him.

Gosh. What's his problem?

TIME TO RIDE HIM LIKE A MECHANICAL BULL

no

wait ]

Only when you return the tie.

[ It is perhaps the worst threat and compromise Castiel has ever made in the entirety of his existence (which is saying something), but he delivers it without a hitch and perhaps the best dire poker face he has ever mustered in the entirety of his existence. (which isn't saying much at all.) ]

action; it's geeeerms on his cloooothes

[cursedwithagift]

Wipe! Wipe-!

[Monk would appreciate the great leaps and bounds Castiel is making in this encounter if he weren't busy working himself into a germophobic frothing fit.

he's continuing to buck and writhe, but now his hands are trying to make their way to his pants pocket and pull out a disinfectant wipe.

THIS COULD BE HIS ONLY HOPE]