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mayfield_rpg2012-04-11 09:47 pm
noluckduck) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-11 09:47 pm
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012 ❖ STILL ORDINARY, I SWEAR
[Action; 456 Stone Street]
[After her trip to the beach, Clover completely failed to notice the packages waiting for her back home. Until today, that is!
In a twist that is actually not a twist at all by virtue of not being surprising, the first one she opens nets her a punch to the face. Awesome. Great sense of humour, Mayfield. Moving right the hell on, and the next package contains...
... A beefy furry arm? Or, well, a picture of it, at any rate. Clover has a bad feeling about this - she's no furry! - but curiosity gets the best of her, she touches the picture, and... suddenly, the already small weight she's carrying becomes insignificant.
Don't tell her...
Oh, right, there's still one thing left to open. Careful now, Clo. No sudden movements...]
[Action; Stone Street]
[If you're outside, you might just notice Clover running out her front door with little apparent regard for what lies in front of her, judging by how she nearly knocked the poor door off its hinges in her rush to get out.
It's hard not to be in a hurry when you're being chased by a horde of angry bees.]
[Phone]
[Later, after she's gotten out of her predicament, Clover decides a phone call would be a good idea.] Yo, guys. I just wanna--
[Wait, what was she even going to say? Was she just gonna go "Hey, Equius, when you were here before, we sparred a bunch and now I'm freakishly strong again so we could give that another go!"? "Fang, get your ass over here and watch me knock out this idiot drone in one punch"? Ugh, she really should have thought this through better, she tells herself as her free hand idly slides off the back of her neck and, without thinking, she smacks the table in--
CRASH.]
Oh, shit.
[After her trip to the beach, Clover completely failed to notice the packages waiting for her back home. Until today, that is!
In a twist that is actually not a twist at all by virtue of not being surprising, the first one she opens nets her a punch to the face. Awesome. Great sense of humour, Mayfield. Moving right the hell on, and the next package contains...
... A beefy furry arm? Or, well, a picture of it, at any rate. Clover has a bad feeling about this - she's no furry! - but curiosity gets the best of her, she touches the picture, and... suddenly, the already small weight she's carrying becomes insignificant.
Don't tell her...
Oh, right, there's still one thing left to open. Careful now, Clo. No sudden movements...]
[Action; Stone Street]
[If you're outside, you might just notice Clover running out her front door with little apparent regard for what lies in front of her, judging by how she nearly knocked the poor door off its hinges in her rush to get out.
It's hard not to be in a hurry when you're being chased by a horde of angry bees.]
[Phone]
[Later, after she's gotten out of her predicament, Clover decides a phone call would be a good idea.] Yo, guys. I just wanna--
[Wait, what was she even going to say? Was she just gonna go "Hey, Equius, when you were here before, we sparred a bunch and now I'm freakishly strong again so we could give that another go!"? "Fang, get your ass over here and watch me knock out this idiot drone in one punch"? Ugh, she really should have thought this through better, she tells herself as her free hand idly slides off the back of her neck and, without thinking, she smacks the table in--
CRASH.]
Oh, shit.
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[He sounds so unimpressed, maybe he's in a bad mood today unusually for him.]
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[And he hangs up, fully expecting a call back like a loser.]
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