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mayfield_rpg2012-04-11 11:53 pm
truffulacide) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-11 11:53 pm
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❀ 01
A. [ACTION: 917 BILKO BOULEVARD]
[before the Once-ler even opens his eyes, the first thing that immediately occurs to him is how fresh the air is.
even when he's straddling the border between the waking world and his dream world, it's immediately apparent. sleeping, such as it is, isn't easy to accomplish anymore. it's always fitful and restless and not really sleep at all; light napping would be more accurate. once, all he had to do was bury himself under his quilt and concentrate on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat to lull himself into unconsciousness. it's a little more difficult now. his breathing isn't so steady anymore; it's hoarse and when he coughs it feels like his throat's splitting apart. the air's too sour and smoggy to inhale without launching into a fit of hacking and spitting, but like most things these days, he's gotten used to it. you didn't even need willpower to force yourself to accept things anymore - all you had to do was give up.
he's lived in the valley long enough for his body to grow accustomed to the air, so naturally it senses that something is very wrong here before his mind even registers the fact. buried under his blanket with his legs sticking out in uncomfortable directions (and wow, did he outgrow his bed or did it somehow shrink?), he yawns and smacks his lips together noisily, a little trickle of drool hanging out of the corner of his mouth. he really must've been exhausted because, gosh, he can't remember sleeping this well since - well, since -
since the trees were still -
...wait. waitwaitwaaaait - was it sunny?
the Once-ler's eyes flutter a little before wrenching themselves open completely and he confirms within the rough span of five seconds that, yes, it is sunny and no, he isn't in his room. and this DEFINITELY isn't his bed, it's smells like fresh soap and cotton and it's way too cramped like... like...
what. the. heck.
he slowly turns over on his side and all it takes is the sight of the woman's blond head for him to bolt upright in bed and shriek at the top of his lungs.]
B. [ACTION: 917 BILKO BOULEVARD]
[lovely day, ain't it? maybe you're on your way to work. maybe you're a girl scout making your rounds. maybe you're just out for a walk, looking to stretch your legs and take in Mayfield properly before the powers-that-be go nuts and end up putting a damper on what could otherwise be a very nice week.
if you're expecting a relaxing morning, you definitely shouldn't pass 917. really, you shouldn't.]
- Hey!
[this is why.
even if you don't hear it the first time, that single word is repeated with a little more urgency (and a little more whining) until you give in and follow it to the source, which just happens to be the mail slot of this particular house.
the slot is open and a pair of blue eyes are peering out, looking straight at you.]
Yeah, you! Get over here!
[before the Once-ler even opens his eyes, the first thing that immediately occurs to him is how fresh the air is.
even when he's straddling the border between the waking world and his dream world, it's immediately apparent. sleeping, such as it is, isn't easy to accomplish anymore. it's always fitful and restless and not really sleep at all; light napping would be more accurate. once, all he had to do was bury himself under his quilt and concentrate on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat to lull himself into unconsciousness. it's a little more difficult now. his breathing isn't so steady anymore; it's hoarse and when he coughs it feels like his throat's splitting apart. the air's too sour and smoggy to inhale without launching into a fit of hacking and spitting, but like most things these days, he's gotten used to it. you didn't even need willpower to force yourself to accept things anymore - all you had to do was give up.
he's lived in the valley long enough for his body to grow accustomed to the air, so naturally it senses that something is very wrong here before his mind even registers the fact. buried under his blanket with his legs sticking out in uncomfortable directions (and wow, did he outgrow his bed or did it somehow shrink?), he yawns and smacks his lips together noisily, a little trickle of drool hanging out of the corner of his mouth. he really must've been exhausted because, gosh, he can't remember sleeping this well since - well, since -
since the trees were still -
...wait. waitwaitwaaaait - was it sunny?
the Once-ler's eyes flutter a little before wrenching themselves open completely and he confirms within the rough span of five seconds that, yes, it is sunny and no, he isn't in his room. and this DEFINITELY isn't his bed, it's smells like fresh soap and cotton and it's way too cramped like... like...
what. the. heck.
he slowly turns over on his side and all it takes is the sight of the woman's blond head for him to bolt upright in bed and shriek at the top of his lungs.]
B. [ACTION: 917 BILKO BOULEVARD]
[lovely day, ain't it? maybe you're on your way to work. maybe you're a girl scout making your rounds. maybe you're just out for a walk, looking to stretch your legs and take in Mayfield properly before the powers-that-be go nuts and end up putting a damper on what could otherwise be a very nice week.
if you're expecting a relaxing morning, you definitely shouldn't pass 917. really, you shouldn't.]
- Hey!
[this is why.
even if you don't hear it the first time, that single word is repeated with a little more urgency (and a little more whining) until you give in and follow it to the source, which just happens to be the mail slot of this particular house.
the slot is open and a pair of blue eyes are peering out, looking straight at you.]
Yeah, you! Get over here!
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[just not noticing at all] Yeah, but nobody gives a fuck about anybody but the one! That's the Major. He's a dick.
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What's he done that's so bad? This kid said that all he talked about was war.
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Stupid fucking kids.
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Yeeeah. Lovable scamp. If you see him, make sure there aren't any sharp or pointy sticks around
So... If he knows this guy's bad news and you know it and - man, I'd wager half the town knows by now, then why hasn't anyone ganged up on him yet? I was under the impression that anyone who acted out was brainwashed. By all accounts, this guy should be a vegetable.
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And I see him every day. You get used to it.
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What's he look like?
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Um... Like a big fat Nazi robot?
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- Oh, NOW he's a robot?! You didn't say anything about robots before!
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Cyborg.
There's probably a difference but I don't give a fuck.
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[he can't help but groan. there's a tiny little thud as his head thumps against the door.]
Is there anything is this stupid town that isn't out to cut me up into little pieces?
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right up
next to the mail slot]
I'm not.
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...You aren't? [he peeks out again, this time with one eye. it's tired, anxious and a little distrustful. but only just a little bit.]
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But, no, so far, I'm not.
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so he gets up. eventually and surprisingly, he even unlocks the door and opens it. sup.]
If you go crazy, I'll slug you. [it's not said meanly, just matter-of-factly.] I'd expect you to do the same if it happens to me, but ONLY if it happens to me.
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You'd probably break your hand if you tried that shit, though. Fair warning. [She smiles as she looks him over, her teeth way too sharp to be human, her body too tall and too muscular to be the teenage girl she appears to be.] Fuck, you're scrawny, no wonder you were hiding!
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[wow this chick's actually a little scary. now, his mother told him to never hit a girl, but yikes. if she goes nuts on him he might just have to break that rule.]
Anyone ever yell you that you're a barrel of compliments?
[he sighs. then, hesitantly, he thrusts out his hand.]
Right, shake on it. Let's just get this over with.
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that's what's happening right here right now
accept the friendship]
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Hnnk- I think that was my spine...!
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If it doesn't, I'll rip out what's left and slap you with it.
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also lol she has an inch on him this is a great mental image]