What do you want? Wanted to hear stories about Jurassic Park? You'll find none here, at least none you'll want to hear. Unless tales of gruesome, bloody deaths are your thing, then by all means, ask away. Otherwise, I suggest you leave.

(Independent RP blog for Robert Muldoon of Jurassic Park. Need to get in touch with me by other means? Drop a note in the askbox, and I'll see what I can do. Also note that this is a sideblog, therefore I cannot follow back or send asks with this URL. Don't let that stop you; I'm pretty open to just about any character.)
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*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*moves forward, gently moving Robert to lay back down in bed*

I’m fine, it’s your own self you should be worried about. Did you really drink that much last night? Or does half a bottle of scotch do you in?

*mumbles something incoherent, pulling the covers over his head again*

Couldn’t sleep…

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*is unaware of the sharp object, as he moves closer to the bed, before laying a hand on what he thinks is Robert’s shoulder*

…Awake, Robert…?

*asks quietly*

*yelps in surprise and whirls around, brandishing the knife, not realizing who it was*

*probably looks like a madman with the sheet half draped over his head and a knife in hand*

*steps back a bit startled at Robert, though doesn’t fear the knife—has no reason to*

Robert, it’s me! Byron!

*smiles*

*blinks, clutching the knife tightly*

B—Byron…?

*blinks again*

What the hell is wrong with y—

*the last part of his sentence fades into a pained moan as he slumps forward and drops the knife onto the floor, his head throbbing*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*is unaware of the sharp object, as he moves closer to the bed, before laying a hand on what he thinks is Robert’s shoulder*

…Awake, Robert…?

*asks quietly*

*yelps in surprise and whirls around, brandishing the knife, not realizing who it was*

*probably looks like a madman with the sheet half draped over his head and a knife in hand*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*starts walking to Robert’s room, wondering if he’s awake or not, before opening the door slowly, peeking in and seeing that he’s now under the covers*

*chuckles softly to himself, thinking the man is still asleep as he walks closer to the bed…*

*freezes as he hears someone opening the door, carefully slipping his hand under the pillow to grab the hunting knife he keeps under there thanks to the raptors*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*works all through the night, cleaning and organizing everything in sight, humming softly to himself as he does so*

*finally stirs just as the sun starts to peek in through his window, making him hiss in pain and yank the covers over his head*

*nope*

*has the entire house picked up and cleaned, and is putting the finishing touches on everything, having worked through the entire night*

*advantage to being an android—no need for sleep*

*just stays hiding under the covers, suffering from a hangover and wondering how he ended up in his bed when he’d passed out on the couch*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*works all through the night, cleaning and organizing everything in sight, humming softly to himself as he does so*

*finally stirs just as the sun starts to peek in through his window, making him hiss in pain and yank the covers over his head*

*nope*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*closes his bedroom door, before going back into the living room and fixing and cleaning things up, wanting Robert to wake up to a clean house*

*and his house is a bit of a mess, with papers and mail scattered about, and dishes piled in the sink—it’s obvious he’s been neglecting things for a few days*

Goodness…wonder what’s been keeping him away from doing household chores…

*looks around, before shedding his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves, and getting to work, being as quiet as possible, so he doesn’t wake up Robert*

*is sound asleep—not even a raptor screech could wake him up at the moment*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*closes his bedroom door, before going back into the living room and fixing and cleaning things up, wanting Robert to wake up to a clean house*

*and his house is a bit of a mess, with papers and mail scattered about, and dishes piled in the sink—it’s obvious he’s been neglecting things for a few days*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*smiles at the gesture, pushing the door open with his foot, before laying Robert down on his bed, pulling the covers over him, making sure he’s comfy*

*lets go of his jacket, his hand flopping over the side of the bed as he shifts a little, adjusting to being in his bed instead of on the couch*

*chuckles, taking his hand and placing it on the bed, watching him adjust to the bed*

Rest well, Robert. I’ll be here, if you need me.

*waits to see if he’ll get up, before moving to leave Robert sleep*

*rolls over onto his side, still quite asleep, relaxing now that he isn’t being moved about*

*oh don't mind Byron, he's just going to look in through Robert's window in the middle of the night, wondering if he was allowed inside*
slipstream-android

slipstream-android:

theraptorhunter:

*is actually asleep, a half-drunk bottle of scotch lying on the floor*

*smiles at the gesture, pushing the door open with his foot, before laying Robert down on his bed, pulling the covers over him, making sure he’s comfy*

*lets go of his jacket, his hand flopping over the side of the bed as he shifts a little, adjusting to being in his bed instead of on the couch*