( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

you know the drill. pick your poison (not entirely limited to those listed). reply with a prompt in the form of a post, photo, song, text, voicemail, whatever your heart desires & receive a response. simple, right? right.

 
 
 

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[dabbling]

'Fraid we've passed Oz on the way here, luv. Shame, that. Perhaps you could've asked the Wizard. Way I hear it, he's all sorts of giving. [ he pauses, pocketing his hands in his trousers. ] Just one of the wonderful things he does.

[ john stands at the edge of the pool, brows furrowed as he surveys the scene. from the cooling meal, to the sight of zed stark bloody naked in the water, it's one for the books, this one. come any other circumstance, he might find himself proud of her. finally taking a step out of her box and into the wide, open spaces, is she?

it's the question that really brings him to reality. the dreaminess of her voice. despite their little excursion, it would appear their girl's taken a trip all on her own. down the yellow brick road. ]

Let me guess: found yourself a bit of southern comfort in these parts, have you?

[ john crouches forward, steadying himself with a few fingers. he gathers a better look at her. in the reflection of the pool's light, she seems about as ethereal as her mind's more recent findings. if only he hadn't left his phone back on his hotel nightstand. ]

Judging by the state you're in, I'd say — bit of Lucy in the Sky. There's a girl, skippin' the small town rubbish and headed straight for the Big Leagues.