Post by Eun Lee on Jul 17, 2012 8:51:22 GMT -5
Ask/Tell A Character:
Pochi Eun
Hello! 안녕! Welcome one and all!
Have you checked your pockets? All your valuables still safe? Good! Well, keep those purses and wallets close, ladies and gentlemen, because we're about to begin!
Now here we have Lee Eun, the fox thief, ready to answer each and every one of your questions! Want to ask him his favourite food? Why he steals instead of some other profession? Or just want someone to bug and harass? Then ask away and he will oblige! No question is too private, too awkward, or too stupid because we're not unchaining him until he answers what you want to hear about! Warning though, you might get vague answers just so he can avoid saying too much about an issue, or you might not be content with something he says, but that sadly can't be helped.
So go ahead and ask or pour your heart out to him [but please not literally on note of the latter. We couldn't get a mop, and the blood really stains furniture.]
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A white-haired hybrid is flung into the room as the door bangs loudly behind him. Offering you a placid smile, he bows down quickly in a friendly greeting; though you can't help but remember that certain flash of animalistic rage that had been evident in his eyes for just a few seconds as he glared at the door behind him. Brushing it aside, you extend your hand out to shake, wanting to return the polite greeting offered earlier ago. He stares at it for a few seconds before shaking his head silently and showing you his arms.
Shackled.
Metal cuffs link his hands together, preventing him from stealing anything from visitors and questioners. It's just for a extra-safety measure, but it's obvious he doesn't appreciate it. at all.
"You had a question?" he asks, as he sits down on one of the two stools set out. Silence and awkwardness ensues, as expected. Noticing the slight uncomfortableness in the room, the young man laughs lightly. "Ah..." he chuckles, " I see these are distracting you. Watch."
As he places his hands behind his back, the sounds of metal clinking against something hard fill the air. "Clockwise....clockwise..." he mutters aloud, "First you insert a pin--or claw-- then push it underneath the lock. Apply tension, and turn towards the cuff's direction of travel--in this cuff''s case, it's counterclockwise. So we go upwards--a bit more pressure-- and... done." After a few moments, the young man removes his hands from behind his back and throws the handcuffs onto your lap. "Of course, this is for this single-lock cuff. Won't work with all of them."
"Now, what did you want to ask me? Or did you maybe want to tell me something? Go on, I won't bite. Well, not too hard."
