Percy jumped out of bed with an excited yell that day. He had an eyepatch, and a rapier, and his hair was mussed and he felt dirty and freed. He left Marguerite (to come back to later, of course, he had the urge to ravish her senseless) and went about the park to see if anyone else was smelly and suddenly speaking in a garish accent. Oh, but what fun!
He was bouncing about the park, growling and cursing and being the complete opposite of a fop today. He was rather in his element, all let loose and wild and debonair...but in a rustic way.
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Date: 2008-09-20 12:22 am (UTC)He was bouncing about the park, growling and cursing and being the complete opposite of a fop today. He was rather in his element, all let loose and wild and debonair...but in a rustic way.