sanctus_dei: (huh?)
2011-07-01 12:38 pm

45th Resurrection

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Theo Crawford: man about town. Here we go, Mayfield.

1) Theo's at the park, animal companions in tow. He sits in the grass, a large black and white cat asleep next to him on one side, and a smallish crow on the other. A larger crow is playing catch with him. Theo has a small rubber ball that the rolls over the grass, throws in the air or propels it all the way across the park with a gravity spell. The crow gleefully caws and chases after, returning it to his master. Maybe the ball and bird have come your way, or maybe you're just curious as to what in the world is going on here. Whatever it is, feel free to harass them.

2) Theo has the hood of his car popped open, and is tinkering around in the hood. He's in his driveway, book next open next to him. Self-taught in the art of care car, studying it when he first got to Mayfield, he's neglected it for awhile. Time to try again. Are you passing by? Have any pointers for him?

3) Are you at the bank, or do you work there? Theo does, and he's attempting to be helpful or interested. This translates to Theo sort of hovering about people, or near the watercolor or common areas looking awkward and uncomfortable. This is just not working out, is it?

4) Theo is often at the bar, but he's usually in a lone barstool in the corner, reading alone. Today, he is sitting in the middle of the action. Maybe he should talk to people. He looks lost. Why is this so terrifying it's only getting worse as the day goes on oh god. Oh, he knows! Maybe he'll buy you a drink. Whoever you are. Yes, that is what people do to make friends. Buy drinks for other people.

5) When he finally gives up, either getting too bored or distracted, he's coming to Ken's house. He may or may not be plastered at this point. Knock knock, Ken.

sanctus_dei: (annoyed)
2011-03-12 10:45 pm

37th Resurrection

[Theo Crawford doesn't like you. Yes, you. Well, about 95% of Mayfield's population anyway. But today, on his *day off* from his hideously boring bank job, he has been forced to interact with you all. For you see, Theo is a member of the Homeowner's Association and, just like Mayfield's careers, this isn't something you get to have by choice. Some papers arrived in the mail for him informing him of his new volunteer duty, and how he has to speak with people in town not "in compliance" with the Association's standards. Heaven forbid if everything in Mayfield isn't just perfect.

While Theo would rather be rolled over tacks and dipped in rubbing alcohol than to go out and *talk* to *people*, he's fairly certain that failure to perform his duties means a droning, which is somehow worse.

So, this weekend, Theo will be visiting people on his list. What a surprise that all the names on the list are of people who are new in town. Do you happen to be one of these people? Then expect to have a miserable-looking red-headed young man knocking on your door. Anyone else is free to stop him while he's out for a walk as well. He's hoping for this to be quick and painless, but when is Theo ever so lucky?]


sanctus_dei: (hey you're right)
2011-01-05 07:55 am

31st Resurrection // phone

Hey, Lucy Smith! Maybe more people wouldn't want to leave if they weren't regularly kidnapped, brainwashed, tortured and murdered. Ever think of that? Keep it in mind.

Personally, I voted to stay, only because I don't have an alternative. It has nothing to do with pretending I like my fake family, my fake job, and my fake life in this town. Between being dead and being trapped in this hellhole, I'd rather stay alive, even if it means staying in Mayfield. I'm sure most people in my situation, and I know there's quite a few who share it, would say the same. Better this shitty life than none at all!

sanctus_dei: (eeeexcellent)
2010-10-23 12:32 pm

27th Resurrection

[Theo Crawford is not worried about a damned thing. The Soviet runaway has kept his nose out of their home, and so far, the same can be said for Grady and the hazmats. During the last few days he's been seen around the yard of his home on Brady Lane, with spellbooks and components, jars and bottles of all different materials, reinforcing the defensive spells he set up ages ago. Anything he didn't want in his house wasn't getting in, as far as he was concerned. And if Mayfield's unwanted guests could somehow get past his securities, he was armed with an arsenal of explosive spells as well.


Part of him wanted Grady or a hazmat to show up. After all, if he could manage to kill them, maybe he could bring them back under his own command....


After he finishes his work around the yard, he sits on the porch with a few spells books, a glass of wine, and a grin on his face. Under his suitcoat he was hiding a knife too, in case he had to do things the old fashioned way. And out and about on the town, keeping an eye on the townsfolk and hazmats alike were his two crow familiars, who occasionally fly back to their master to report in what they find.

Feel free to approach him anytime!]
sanctus_dei: (eeeexcellent)
2010-08-13 08:52 am

20th Resurrection - Bad Fad

[Theo's been seeing injured people throughout the neighborhood, and listening to phone calls of people yelling and crying about getting hurt as a result of this whole sudden boxtop craze. He can't help but be a giant jackass towards all of you, like usual.]

You

people

are

idiots!

Did you honestly think nothing would happen? That it would be so easy? Are you all that naive? You deserve anything that they dish out then.

Enjoy your missing limbs!

[There's some nasty laughter before he hangs up.]


[Theo flips through his booklet again, giving it an angry look, before tossing it in the trash.]

They think they're so fucking funny. What good are half of these here?

[Theo's list went something like this, not that it means much to anyone here:
20 boxtops - Supply of magical components
50 boxtops - Entrance to magic guild of choice
100 boxtrops - mentorship with master spellcaster
1000 boxtops - friends]


sanctus_dei: (annoyed)
2010-05-23 09:17 pm

8th Resurrection - This is Getting Old.

[Well, Theo was done. He had enough of Mayfield.

He woke up in the hospital with only a vague recollection of what had happened. He was released the next day, bandaged, bruised and defeated. And by "released" I mean he fought with the drone doctors and nurses and left when they weren't looking. Without his magic, Theo was nothing. Just a skinny, short, weak teenager trapped in this hideous excuse for an afterlife. Without being able to cast, he wasn't himself. he was just... some shell. Empty and useless.

Feeling sorry for himself, and not wanting to put up with his drone wife in this state, he's just going to drag himself around town for god knows how long. Maybe forever. He won't mention how his head injuries have him a bit confused and muddled. He never got the hang of navigating this town in the first place, but he's too proud to admit he's lost.

At least this will give him time to think. And plot a way to kill the Captain. Since when was that guy made of steel?!


TL;DR - Theo's wandering the town with blunt head trauma, looking like he got hit in the face with a truck. He's confused, irritable and lost. Maybe he wandered into your house mistaking it for his, maybe he bumped into you not even seeing you, maybe he accidentally threw a finished cigarette at you while sitting looking despondent on a park bench. Feel free to poke/point and laugh at/shoo away/kindly help your resident necromancer/crankypants.]
sanctus_dei: (annoyed)
2010-04-22 06:04 pm

1st Resurrection - Welcome to Mayfield

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[After waking up and touring the house, Theo grabs the phone, and his call is made to the entire town.]

Operator? Where the hell am I.

[The crew at 337 Brady is greeted this morning by an new member; a small, pale, almost sickly-looking young man with red hair and one unhappy expression.]