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mayfield_rpg2012-02-25 03:17 pm
last_to_kneel) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-25 03:17 pm
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◊5th Ride◊ Give me a moment to find my peace.
[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.]
[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.]
Sunday Afternoon. 8D
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!
Good afternoon! Lovely weather today, isn't it?
I have been waiting to use these icons FOREVER.
Welp, looks like you got your chance. XD
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.
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I'm facepalming this whole time....
I'm laughing insanely as we speak.
"...Exceedingly off."
Oh man, when he comes to he's going to be so embarrassed. XD
[Only...NOT!]
x3
"...There is a farm outside of town? ...And you have been there." OH NO TRICK QUESTION-
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[Overwritten memories? Oh yeah, that's apparent. Varon was raised in an orphanage.]
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...And also non-existent. "Ahh... So I suppose it wouldn't be there any longer." Shoot.
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[Varon's own voice has no Australian accent...yep, apparent fake.]
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Ahhh... "So I see." No he doesn't.
"...I... Think I will return home now..." Please be normal soon.
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[He walks away like it was all routine.]