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mayfield_rpg2012-04-10 08:22 pm
justdumbluck) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-10 08:22 pm
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[Action]
[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]
What the-? This thing..?
[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]
The hell is goin' on here..?
[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.
After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.
He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]
[Phone]
[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]
Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?
[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]
What the-? This thing..?
[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]
The hell is goin' on here..?
[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.
After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.
He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]
[Phone]
[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]
Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?
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[But he likes that explanation. Especially because it makes him feel superior to Officer Noah.]
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[Not that he'd know, he didn't even get through elementary school.]
Is that a useful skill?
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I dunno... But I've gotten this far, haven't I?
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[He laughs.]
Very true, I like how you think.
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[ She giggles, a bit embarrassed. ] You too! Your thinking is nice too!
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Thanks.
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But... That's not fair!
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[He can't admit that he's actually concerned about whether or not he can win.]
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[He's only offering because he thinks she'll bring marked cards.]
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