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srwug_alpha_rp2011-11-11 12:26 am
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Science on Hunger! But not really.
[Allelujah has been constantly hungry since the rationing started; though he is unaware, the constant strain on his mind due to having two separate, active minds causes his average calorie consumption to roughly another third of someone who has the same build, and suffers further hunger due to stress caused by Hallelujah's constant bitching since the rationing started.]
1. [Allelujah stares down at his rations with a rather downtrodden expression. When he finally begins to eat, it seems to be the actions of a desperate man; for a moment, it almost seems as if he's going to eat his tray as well, but the fork merely clinks against it before the Meister drops it and lowers his head into his hands; though nobody can really tell, Hallelujah's begun his usual bitch-fest about being hungry.]
2. [Allelujah (?) is mumbling to himself as he makes his way back to his room. For whatever reason, he's glancing around with a single golden, feverish eye.]
If things keep up this way, I might have to find a way to get more... rations. [His words aren't terribly quiet, and the edge on the words rations has a savage and very disturbing note to it.]
(Note: My answers to responses will occur on a weekly basis this month, at most. Due to the school semester being almost over, I've chosen to focus on getting studying and homework done during the time I would normally spend on social networking sites. Sorry!)
1. [Allelujah stares down at his rations with a rather downtrodden expression. When he finally begins to eat, it seems to be the actions of a desperate man; for a moment, it almost seems as if he's going to eat his tray as well, but the fork merely clinks against it before the Meister drops it and lowers his head into his hands; though nobody can really tell, Hallelujah's begun his usual bitch-fest about being hungry.]
2. [Allelujah (?) is mumbling to himself as he makes his way back to his room. For whatever reason, he's glancing around with a single golden, feverish eye.]
If things keep up this way, I might have to find a way to get more... rations. [His words aren't terribly quiet, and the edge on the words rations has a savage and very disturbing note to it.]
(Note: My answers to responses will occur on a weekly basis this month, at most. Due to the school semester being almost over, I've chosen to focus on getting studying and homework done during the time I would normally spend on social networking sites. Sorry!)