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mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 09:53 am
bloodsugar) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 09:53 am
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A): phone - mid-morning.
[OPEN;]
[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]
...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.
[...a pause.]
It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--
[...]
Eh? [wait for it.]
AH--
[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]
[filter to Charles Fei-Ong]
Alright, so maybe I'm a little late in checking in. You'll forgive me, right? After all, I'm sure you've been busy collecting recipes and taste testing! [no really are you okay... :| last time he saw you, after all, was... uh, colorful, to say the least.]
...I don't suppose you'd be up for a cup of tea, Charles? [he has a feeling you'll just bs him even if you weren't alright over the phone, anyway. CLEARLY HE MUST BE NOSY IN PERSON.]
[filter to Esther Blanchett]
Esther-- do you have a minute? There's... ah, something I wanted to ask you. [AND IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH EDIBLE UNDERWEAR HE SWEARS DEAR GOD.]
[filter to Django]
How are you holding up, partner? I hope the radio silence is because you've been gloriously enjoying the sunshine, hm? Making up for lost time and all that...! [are you okay partner? :(]
B): action; 1648 Albright Lane - lunchtime.
[there's the smell of something burning, late in the morning approaching lunchtime -- and if Rachel or Cain follows their nose, they might find the source in the form of one (1) Abel Nightroad with his drone wife's FRILLY PINK APRON several sizes too small draped around his neck and haphazardly tied back in the process of butchering... grilled cheese. yes, he is a total failure.
...somehow, he's gotten butter all over the counter and is trying to catch an overturned bottle of orange juice that is apparently spilling its contents over and onto the floor. the pan is burning and he's jostling cups and plates, trying not to drop EVERYTHING EVER as he fumbles to cease the spill of juice fruitlessly.
NO ONE SAID YOUR DAD WAS GOOD AT BEING DOMESTIC. this is why.]
C): action; around town - afternoon.
[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...
...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]
D): action; church - evening.
[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?
...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]
[OPEN;]
[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]
...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.
[...a pause.]
It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--
[...]
Eh? [wait for it.]
AH--
[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]
[filter to Charles Fei-Ong]
Alright, so maybe I'm a little late in checking in. You'll forgive me, right? After all, I'm sure you've been busy collecting recipes and taste testing! [no really are you okay... :| last time he saw you, after all, was... uh, colorful, to say the least.]
...I don't suppose you'd be up for a cup of tea, Charles? [he has a feeling you'll just bs him even if you weren't alright over the phone, anyway. CLEARLY HE MUST BE NOSY IN PERSON.]
[filter to Esther Blanchett]
Esther-- do you have a minute? There's... ah, something I wanted to ask you. [AND IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH EDIBLE UNDERWEAR HE SWEARS DEAR GOD.]
[filter to Django]
How are you holding up, partner? I hope the radio silence is because you've been gloriously enjoying the sunshine, hm? Making up for lost time and all that...! [are you okay partner? :(]
B): action; 1648 Albright Lane - lunchtime.
[there's the smell of something burning, late in the morning approaching lunchtime -- and if Rachel or Cain follows their nose, they might find the source in the form of one (1) Abel Nightroad with his drone wife's FRILLY PINK APRON several sizes too small draped around his neck and haphazardly tied back in the process of butchering... grilled cheese. yes, he is a total failure.
...somehow, he's gotten butter all over the counter and is trying to catch an overturned bottle of orange juice that is apparently spilling its contents over and onto the floor. the pan is burning and he's jostling cups and plates, trying not to drop EVERYTHING EVER as he fumbles to cease the spill of juice fruitlessly.
NO ONE SAID YOUR DAD WAS GOOD AT BEING DOMESTIC. this is why.]
C): action; around town - afternoon.
[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...
...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]
D): action; church - evening.
[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?
...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]
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Abel...please don't do this...
(Smell the hypocrisy, Abel? Delicious, isn't it?)
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What choice do I have? ...I couldn't let you throw your life away like that. Even... if you believe you're doing what's right.
[look he is the biggest hypocrite forever NO APOLOGIES...]
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I don't want to fight you. Please let me through, Abel...
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...If you can beat me, then you can do whatever you'd like. I won't stop you.
[he shakes his head again, hardened resolve in his eyes.]
Otherwise, I have to stand in your way.
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...
(Django leaps backwards and readies his gun. With much regret, he points it at Abel.)
If that's how it must be, then I will not hold back. Prepare yourself, partner!
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[seeing Django sincerely draw the weapon and point it at him, his heart sinks. but -- he isn't backing down, even if he heaves a dejected -- and resigned sigh. if that's how it'll be, then...]
...It looks like there's no way around it, doesn't it? [he isn't drawing a weapon, however -- eyes steady on the other.]
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FIGHTING FAMILIESthis would be no different.)I sincerely wish there was...
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but despite it all, he gives him a tiny smile of reassurance.]
...Even so, it won't change the fact that I'm your friend. No matter what happens.
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The reassurance lets Django heave a sigh of relief. HE EVEN SHOOTS...a smile.)
The same for you, my friend. Regardless of who wins, we shall remain comrades.
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[HE LOOKS SO HARRIED BY THIS FACT...]
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Yes, I'll pay for the dry cleaning. Perhaps even a few milkshakes, too!
(Valenties Day made him seriously crave milk and showed him how much he liked milkshakes.)
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...Can't we just skip to that part...?
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(ANIME STYLE FACEPLANT
But he stands right back up and puts away his gun.)
Sure, why not?
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did this really just happen
...]
Wait. Really? --I mean, that's-- [WHAT ARE YOU DOING NIGHTROAD DON'T QUESTION THIS TURN OF EVENTS JUST ROLL WITH IT...]
YES! Yes. Let's go! [ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS SAY 'NVM LET'S GET MILKSHAKES' wow note for future reference: STORED]
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To the diner! (Well, that might not ALWAYS work, but it's doing the trick this time. Besides, the mission could be a lot easier with a few choice regains, anyway...)
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is a go
and +1 on the regains front. look he'll totally back you up...]
Diner, diner...! You know, I'm really hungry, now you mention it.
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Then perhaps we should accompany those milkshakes with some real food. It has been a long day...
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Real food... real food... [is he salivating?] That-- that sounds really good, actually...! What do you want to go for?
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I'm not too sure, but I wouldn't oppose a steak! How about you?
oh right SORRY FOR THE HORRENDOUS LATENESS? somehow i forgot to type that above... salkjdf /sobs
It's cool; I thought of it as "and they enjoyed the day with dinner and milkshakes THE END"
I don't think that'll be a problem.
AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER?
E-eh? But I can't just mooch off of you...!! [yes he can and he will just tell him it's okay... he's shameless.........]
WITH RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS TWILIGHT SPARKLE CAN THREADJACK FOR EMPHASIS IF NEEDED
(See, you have to accept it now, Abel.)
oh my goodness i don't know if i can handle all this........!!!
[......whatever he just wants to eat himself stupid like always...]
As Scar would say, "BE PREPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED!"
(Already walking THE FOOD AWAITS)
I DON'T KNOW IF MY BODY IS READY
Shhhh it'll be ok...it'll be ok.
...do you promise /eyes sparkle...
You have my word.
/eyes... shine......... SPARKLING LIKE THE SUN...