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Septiņi ● Action
● Action ; April 1th ; 432 Peepers street ; Locked to Blind Mag
[While distrustful of any kind of instruction from Mayfield, this one doesn’t seem so bad. Normally he wouldn’t like to prank anyone, it just isn’t his thing he doesn’t want to get sick either. At least they don’t have to be mean pranks.
He sets to work gathering lawn ornaments from around town. It’s not really stealing if he plans to give them back, besides most people would probably think it was something from the campaign anyway. It was, but that wasn’t the point. It’s a simple yet harmless prank, just put a load of ornaments in someone’s lawn, surely they’ll be surprised when they see it and it completely fits the criteria.
Maybe it’s a bit too easy...]
● Action ; April 2nd ; 1247 Williams road ; Locked to Magnus
[The last attempt was just a fluke. This one would surely work, it has to work! The strange rash that splotted his skin must surely be Mayfield’s doing. Of course it was too easy to just get told he needed to prank someone with no repercussions, especially considering this town.
Latvia doesn’t want any confrontation, he just wants to trick someone so he can get well. He glues the coins to the path just outside the house of his next victim. The itching of the rash makes it hard to do things delicately though and he keeps accidentally squeezing too much glue onto the metal, having to wipe it off and then getting it stuck to his fingers. When he hears the door to the house opening he panics and just sticks them down as fast as he can, leaving small bubbles of glue around the edges and the dried flakes of the failed attempts. Quickly he dashes into hiding, waiting for his trick to work]
● Action ; April 2nd ; Around Mayfield ; Locked to Bart
[So it isn’t as easy as it seems. As much as he hates it maybe Latvia does have to be mean. Then again, he could do so much worse. A little water never hurt anyone is what he keeps telling himself. Of course Latvia isn’t one to lower himself to such childish antics, he’s never had to fill a water balloon before, let alone throw one. The general idea seemed to be that more water was better.
As he sees his target approach he leaps out of hiding, ready to throw his weapon but the sudden surge of adrenaline causes him to grip too hard, showering himself with water and falling back into the bushes]
● Action ; April 3rd ; 7133 Brooks lane
[It’s no use, Latvia just doesn’t have the energy to get out of bed today. Whatever strange disease was afflicting him has obviously spread. Every so often strange voices seem to circulate in his head, as much as he strains to he can’t pinpoint who they are or what they say. Eventually he manages to drag himself to the bathroom without being sick and tries to take something for his headache before flopping back into bed and trying to get some sleep.
If you’re worried about him, you can pay him a visit. If you saw him around town yesterday it was probably obvious that there was something wrong with him]
[While distrustful of any kind of instruction from Mayfield, this one doesn’t seem so bad. Normally he wouldn’t like to prank anyone, it just isn’t his thing he doesn’t want to get sick either. At least they don’t have to be mean pranks.
He sets to work gathering lawn ornaments from around town. It’s not really stealing if he plans to give them back, besides most people would probably think it was something from the campaign anyway. It was, but that wasn’t the point. It’s a simple yet harmless prank, just put a load of ornaments in someone’s lawn, surely they’ll be surprised when they see it and it completely fits the criteria.
Maybe it’s a bit too easy...]
● Action ; April 2nd ; 1247 Williams road ; Locked to Magnus
[The last attempt was just a fluke. This one would surely work, it has to work! The strange rash that splotted his skin must surely be Mayfield’s doing. Of course it was too easy to just get told he needed to prank someone with no repercussions, especially considering this town.
Latvia doesn’t want any confrontation, he just wants to trick someone so he can get well. He glues the coins to the path just outside the house of his next victim. The itching of the rash makes it hard to do things delicately though and he keeps accidentally squeezing too much glue onto the metal, having to wipe it off and then getting it stuck to his fingers. When he hears the door to the house opening he panics and just sticks them down as fast as he can, leaving small bubbles of glue around the edges and the dried flakes of the failed attempts. Quickly he dashes into hiding, waiting for his trick to work]
● Action ; April 2nd ; Around Mayfield ; Locked to Bart
[So it isn’t as easy as it seems. As much as he hates it maybe Latvia does have to be mean. Then again, he could do so much worse. A little water never hurt anyone is what he keeps telling himself. Of course Latvia isn’t one to lower himself to such childish antics, he’s never had to fill a water balloon before, let alone throw one. The general idea seemed to be that more water was better.
As he sees his target approach he leaps out of hiding, ready to throw his weapon but the sudden surge of adrenaline causes him to grip too hard, showering himself with water and falling back into the bushes]
● Action ; April 3rd ; 7133 Brooks lane
[It’s no use, Latvia just doesn’t have the energy to get out of bed today. Whatever strange disease was afflicting him has obviously spread. Every so often strange voices seem to circulate in his head, as much as he strains to he can’t pinpoint who they are or what they say. Eventually he manages to drag himself to the bathroom without being sick and tries to take something for his headache before flopping back into bed and trying to get some sleep.
If you’re worried about him, you can pay him a visit. If you saw him around town yesterday it was probably obvious that there was something wrong with him]
April 3rd
....Latvia dear, are you alright?
April 3rd
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Have you seen a doctor yet?
[Rushing over to look at him and feel his forehead..]
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Don't trust them...
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Oh dear...
Are you eating?
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Not today...
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April 3rd
Tell me you didn't go looking for bears on the highway.
[Inside your house, checking up on you.]
April 3rd
[He kind of wants to be snarky and ask if these look like claw marks to her, but that's just wasting energy he doesn't have]
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[Don't mind her, it's how she cares.]
What happeend to you then? Eat something bad?
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Sorry for late, I was sick
Woah! Are you okay?!
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I-I'm okay!
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What happened to you?
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Just... I'm really not good at this whole practical joke thing. I got a letter saying I had to prank you but the thing exploded in my face.
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Well, it's okay! My prank failed a lot, too.
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This is dumb, I don't even know why I'm doing this...
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He debates on picking them up, then decides against it. He's not hard on cash or anything, and picking up change from the ground looks tacky. Plus, upon closer examination, he sees the glue coming out the sides. ]
Really? [ He lets out a sigh of exasperation before continuing down the walk.
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[He clasps his hands over his mouth. It just slipped out but he wasn't sure why he thought it would have worked in the first place]
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... Really? [ So exasperated right now. ]
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N-no. Sorry for bothering you sir, I'll be on my way.
[He gets up and walks past, trying to look as nonchalant as he could with his head ducked down]
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Hey. [ He takes long strides to catch up. ] Go with something a little less obvious next time.
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I'm just not very good with these kinds of jokes...
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