meanstwin: (oh that looks good)
[video, public]

[Thomas rarely shows himself, but today he looks like it's something he's happy to be doing. He's fingering something that isn't very distinct in the shot, but from the way he's touching it, looks really delicate.] Is it just me, or is someone finding belongings that aren't theirs in their rooms that look like they've always been there?

[He pulls his eyes down to the item in his hand, a little baffled, but not worried about it.] This is even as dusty as everything else on my shelf. A long time ago, I had one of these. It was a present, from someone who was really important to me when we were in school, but when I moved, I threw it out.

Where are we getting these? [The shot heads down to some folded paper.]


( spam for Ned )

[ooc: the squirrel makes you hungry but he's keeping this as a memory from school.]
meanstwin: (let's get down to business)
[It's very rare to hear from Thomas. As it is, he normally doesn't say much, and ever since he's been here he's kept his head down, going to work every day and largely keeping to his own space, trying to avoid arguments or, at the worst case, the fights all the boys keep getting into. His warden's made him wonder about the answers to a few questions, though, and he wants to see if he's the only one with that perspective. So, have a carefully scripted question read out in tones like he's been preparing himself to speak for hours.]

You've tasted my food, but I don't think I've introduced myself to most of you yet. I'm Thomas, and I... to be honest, I haven't known what to make of this experience. I've heard so many different stories that I don't know what I'm really supposed to be doing here. What have you been told?
meanstwin: (Default)
[The initial shot is a close-up of a dark-haired man in his late twenties with a freshly-washed face and an absolutely baffled expression. He's tapping nervously at the keys on his comm, and under the bottom of the feed runs what appears to be an American telephone number with a 509 area code. The feed runs up the side of his face to blackness as he waits in silence for about fifteen seconds, bouncing up and down.]

Carol, i-it's your brother. Your voicemail isn't picking up, but in case you get this... um... it didn't work and I can't remember how I got back home. If you get this, come home. If he wants you to come see him, don't.

[ooc: so if you were here in November 2011 or earlier this post might look familiar c:]
meanstwin: (well i do think they're good...)
User Name/Nick: Hilda
User DW: none
AIM/IM: on file
E-mail: on file
Other Characters: Lua, Touko/Syo


Character Name: Thomas MacLaine
Series: Deadly Premonition
Age: 28
From When?: Chapter 21//”Cat fight”

( insert squirrel joke here )
meanstwin: (oh that looks good)
[private | Hoffman]

...I know it's been a little while, but... I just wanted to know if everything was all right. And thank you.

( [spam for dining hall] )
meanstwin: (three victims?  but that means...)
[ The feed is a shakycam shot of a kitchenette you probably don't recognize, but there are about half a dozen fairies scrambling in the open refrigerator, bits of food strewn on fairies and door and floor, and one sprawled out on an oven door. ]

Um... everyone... I think I found a way to distract them.

[ Thomas yelps as another fairy whips past and into the shot. Its friend's back makes a very good ramp for climbing into the cabinet with the meat. ]
meanstwin: (i hope senpai will notice me)
I'd like to apologize for a few days ago, when I made everyone listen to one of my phone calls. I'm Thomas MacLaine, and, well... it's clear I haven't been here long. I hate to ask a favor so soon, since I know everyone's probably really busy trying to find all the items we need, but... are there any skilled hunters on board? Or maybe someone who can help me break into a zoo? I'm... pretty sure I cam make it worth your time.
meanstwin: (is that a southern flying squirrel?)
[ The initial shot is a close-up of a dark-haired man in his late twenties with a freshly-washed face and an absolutely baffled expression. He's tapping nervously at the keys on his comm, and under the bottom of the feed runs what appears to be an American telephone number with a 509 area code. The feed runs up the side of his face to blackness as he waits in silence for about fifteen seconds, bouncing up and down. ]

Carol, are you all right? Y-your voicemail isn't picking up, but in case you get this... um... it didn't work and I don't remember how I got back home.

Please, come home. He already knows, and I don't know what to do now. He might try to hurt you. Please.
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User Name/Nick: Hilda
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AIM/IM: aim: frilly betches
E-mail: palastinalied@gmail.com
Other Characters: [livejournal.com profile] dovehearted

Character Name: Thomas MacLaine
Series: Deadly Premonition
Age: 28
From When?: Chapter 21//”Cat fight”

Inmate/Warden: Inmate. Thomas used his position as head of records at the town sheriff’s office to cover up a series of murders his boyfriend committed. When that failed, he kidnapped a federal agent and used him as bait to get a fellow officer into a position where he could murder her, both to throw suspicion onto himself and because he had been frustrated with her very existence ever since she attracted his boyfriend’s attention.
Item:

( insert squirrel joke here )
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☓ CHARACTER
Thomas MacLaine
Deadly Premonition
During York's premonition in Thomas and Carol's apartment
No fourth wall

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Hilda ☓ 24
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[OOC]

Backtagging: Yes
Threadhopping: Get the third party's consent but yes
Fourthwalling: No
Offensive subjects: Violent or sexual topics in loving, gory detail
Trolltext: I can interpret it fine

[IC]

Hugging this character: go for it. He will probably keysmash because he is bad at this affection thing, especially if he doesn't return it.
Kissing this character: Ditto.
Flirting with this character: Same, with the caveat that he's about a lesbillion on the Kinsey scale.
Fighting with this character: Do it. You'll probably win unless he's wearing ladies' shoes, somehow
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Permanent mutilation no, anything else is okay even unwarned.
Killing this character: On a case by case basis.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Go for it. This is a blanket permission. The results could be interesting (he wants to hide a lot about himself).
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