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mayfield_rpg2012-02-15 05:37 pm
macdaddy) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-15 05:37 pm
one. choose your own adventure.
[ a. action inside 2239 Stevens Road ]
[Mac wakes up. Mac is wearing pajamas that he's never seen before in a room he's also never seen before.
He very carefully gets up, walks calmly to his bedroom door, and glances out into the hallway. Nope, he is definitely not in his apartment or at Foster's. He shuts the door again, digs around until he finds some clothes (that he's also never seen before, what does whoever lives here have against cargo?), gets dressed, opens his bedroom door again...
And starts to scream.]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHAHA! [Yep, he's opening doors and slamming them shut at random, running up and down the hallway like, well, a panicked kid. How appropriate!
In the midst of his screaming and opening/shutting doors, he can be heard shouting the following as well:]
Where's my mom? Where's my brother?! What's happening?? Where am I?!?
[ b. phone (open) ]
Okay. Okay. Not panicking. Ahhhhh. Why won't my number work. Why won't my mom's cell work. It's okay, Mac, pull it together...You're done panicking...
[He kind of wheezes into the phone. He has no idea who he's actually talking to.]
[ c. action on the mean clean streets (also open) ]
[Nothing to see here, just a morose and somewhat twitchy kid walking to school. His not!mom told him he had to go, and gave him a bookbag to carry with him that he hates purely on virtue of it not being his tried and true backpack, which he also couldn't find this morning. But he is basically done with panicking for now, at least.]
[Mac wakes up. Mac is wearing pajamas that he's never seen before in a room he's also never seen before.
He very carefully gets up, walks calmly to his bedroom door, and glances out into the hallway. Nope, he is definitely not in his apartment or at Foster's. He shuts the door again, digs around until he finds some clothes (that he's also never seen before, what does whoever lives here have against cargo?), gets dressed, opens his bedroom door again...
And starts to scream.]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHAHA! [Yep, he's opening doors and slamming them shut at random, running up and down the hallway like, well, a panicked kid. How appropriate!
In the midst of his screaming and opening/shutting doors, he can be heard shouting the following as well:]
Where's my mom? Where's my brother?! What's happening?? Where am I?!?
[ b. phone (open) ]
Okay. Okay. Not panicking. Ahhhhh. Why won't my number work. Why won't my mom's cell work. It's okay, Mac, pull it together...You're done panicking...
[He kind of wheezes into the phone. He has no idea who he's actually talking to.]
[ c. action on the mean clean streets (also open) ]
[Nothing to see here, just a morose and somewhat twitchy kid walking to school. His not!mom told him he had to go, and gave him a bookbag to carry with him that he hates purely on virtue of it not being his tried and true backpack, which he also couldn't find this morning. But he is basically done with panicking for now, at least.]
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You...live next door?
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Si! I guess that makes me your new neighbor then~♪
[Mac gets a friendly pat on the head.]
Tell me, ragettzo, what is your name? I am signor Figaro, the Barber of Mayfield~
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Er...I'm Mac.