◊5th Ride◊ Give me a moment to find my peace.

[last_to_kneel]

[Action to Household / Saturday night]

[Varon has tossed everything off his shelves from the fake soccer trophies to the pictures of his supposed teammates and friends. Everything about this place feels fake and he can't stand looking at it anymore. The false smiles, the pretense of having a family...all of it.

He growls and punches the mirror of his dresser that causes his knuckles to bleed from the glass shards. He doesn't stop there. Next, he takes the trophies and throws them out his window, causing even more glass to fall. All the frustration and hate he feels from this place is enough to cause not only damage to himself but to his supposed belongings.

Drones passing by stop and stare as one trophy zooms past the head of one by stander as he yells out.]

GET AWAY FROM THIS HOUSE!!

[They didn't move. This passive display the drones give sends Varon over the edge once again this time he vaults out the window and running toward the drones. His bleeding knuckles balled into tight fists.]

I SAID LEAVE!!

[Just then they break and scatter with the girls screaming in a highly dramatic fashion. Varon stops his pursuit and watches, making sure they never return.]

[Action around town / Sunday afternoon droned]

[Later that afternoon, Varon is picking up some items at the hardware store to fix the damage he did to the house. He's smiling with that fake plastered smile and he's humming some happy little tune. He's even polite as he passes people by.]

Good afternoon, folks. Church was swell today.

[To make matters even worse, he's wearing sleeves on his shirts, his hair is combed out and he has on a tie.]

Comments

Sunday Afternoon. 8D

[originalnumber]

" . . . "

Not only did he not notice you were there until you were right behind him but-

asGAHGAHGAHGAHG- You've given him his first blank though, congratulations.

ROFLMAO!! Oh dear. Quick! Get the defibilator! We have a flatliner here!

[last_to_kneel]

[Still smiling, he tips his head.]

Good afternoon! Lovely weather today, isn't it?

I have been waiting to use these icons FOREVER.

[originalnumber]

"...This is a joke, correct? ...Please tell me this is a joke, Varon."

Welp, looks like you got your chance. XD

[last_to_kneel]

[Dumbstruck as a !droneVaron can get, he stares back and blinks.]

I beg your pardon? I'm a serious honor role student. Why would I kid about such a thing? It's just a question. Sheesh. Golly, man, get with it.

[originalnumber]

"... I would very much prefer not to."

I'm facepalming this whole time....

[last_to_kneel]

Gee willikers, what a drag. Here I thought we were best buds, you know. Oh well, I guess we all have our off days.

I'm laughing insanely as we speak.

[originalnumber]

"Yes."

"...Exceedingly off."

Oh man, when he comes to he's going to be so embarrassed. XD

[last_to_kneel]

I guess it's better than being at my uncles farm. I can handle the chickens but man they start pecking it gets really bad really fast. It's just right outside the edge of town too. Maybe I can be a farmer too.

[Only...NOT!]

x3

[originalnumber]

...He doesn't recall there ever being a farm there.

"...There is a farm outside of town? ...And you have been there." OH NO TRICK QUESTION-

[last_to_kneel]

Jeepers! I've been there lots of times when I was a kid! Come to think of it, I think he sold it by now. I hadn't heard hide nor hair of him since he played Santa Clause when I was ten.

[Overwritten memories? Oh yeah, that's apparent. Varon was raised in an orphanage.]

[originalnumber]

Yes he suspected it was fake...

...And also non-existent. "Ahh... So I suppose it wouldn't be there any longer." Shoot.

[last_to_kneel]

Golly no, I think it was bought out by some big company. Mom and Pop never talked about it much after that. I really don't know what happened. Everything was kinda quiet after that.

[Varon's own voice has no Australian accent...yep, apparent fake.]

[originalnumber]

He is, for once, paying no mind to such details, since they are obviously all fake.

Ahhh... "So I see." No he doesn't.

"...I... Think I will return home now..." Please be normal soon.

[last_to_kneel]

Okie dokie. I'll see you around.

[He walks away like it was all routine.]

Sunday Afternoon... ;A;

[fujigglephysics]

[Fuji's coming back from the grocery store, but when she sees him-

Oh...that's...]

...Varon? Did something happen?

Oh, Fuji, he's so sorry for this...v_v He's got a lot to answer for when he comes to...

[last_to_kneel]

Fujino, honey, how good it is to see you!

[He attempts to lean over to give her a kiss on the cheek which is something that he would probably never do normally.]

Everything is swell, darling.

[Gag...yuck, this whole droning thing is terrible...so sorry.]

LMFAO she'll forgive him. |D

[fujigglephysics]

Oh- !!

[OOOOKAY, THAT IS DEFINITELY THE VARON SHE KNEW. Those names he was calling her and the kiss on the cheek...ashdlfjasljfslfs

Boy, if only there was a crate full of tomatoes she could hide in right now.]

A-are you sure? I mean, maybe you might have bumped your head on something?!

Ha ha, yeah but the conditions on how it happened, that's going to earn a :| face. XD

[last_to_kneel]

[His eyes look up in thought.]

Mm. No, my head feels fine.

[The lack of accent is another issue. He sounds almost too proper.]

Sweety, how was your day?

[fujigglephysics]

Not too bad. I'm just coming back from the grocery store.

[Awkward pause is awkward]

...you sure you're fine?

[last_to_kneel]

I feel swell!

[He takes the bags from Fujino's arms and offer to walk with her back to her house. Now that is something that the !realVaron would have done but the speech...that hair...those clothes...that plastic grin was not like him at all.]

Did you hear the sermon today? It was so peaceful.

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[outlandished]

[ Okay, no. No, no, no. Ambrosia is going to take Varon by the shoulders and starts to shove him to her house. ]

Ye'll thank me later, love.

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[last_to_kneel]

Huh? Teacher, is there something I missed on the assignment? I'll get it right to you.

[He's completely confused on what's going to happen. If the !realVaron is conscious, he will most definitely thank Ambrosia.]

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[outlandished]

Actually, yes - 'n ye are gonna write me lines 'til both yer hands get tired of writin'. Now, march!

[ Yep, still shoving. Like hell is she gonna lose one of her good students this early. ]

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[last_to_kneel]

But...it's Sunday.

[Yes, he's whining but he doesn't try to break free from his teacher. That is just disrespectful.]

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[outlandished]

Sunday, Schmunday. There's no reason t' slack off on th' weekends less ye want detention!

[ What's that? She's playing the part for once? Say it isn't so. ]

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[last_to_kneel]

Okay...

[He lowers his head and complies. After all, he can't deny his elders. Once he wakes up, he's really not going to like what he did. Talk about humiliating.]

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[outlandished]

Oi, oi. Don't be so glum.

[ Once they're at the house, Ambrosia simply places her hands on her hips. ]

Climb up tha' rope like a good boy.

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[last_to_kneel]

[Without question, he does so. He's not even sure of the purpose but for now, it was an order given by an adult and how could he question that?

Once at the top of where he was climbing to, he stops and looks down, white knuckling the railing.]

Is here fine?

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[outlandished]

Aye, tha's fine.

[ She'll start her own climb, which really won't take that long even with her weighted down coat and clothes. ]

Get up on th' deck 'n don't move a muscle 'til I get up there.

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[last_to_kneel]

[Looking around, he finds what she was referring to which was pretty much the entire area and he stands at the center. He stands there ramrod straight and gulps.]

Okay.