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mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 04:28 pm
scytheyouout) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 04:28 pm
2nd Movement
A. » Action 「5723 Cunningham Lane」
[Good morning, nicely organized room! It’s a beautiful--]
[Wait. Something isn’t right.]
[Lots of things aren’t right. That picture frame is in the wrong place. The books on the desk are all over the place. Some of them are even on the floor. And there are clothes not in the hamper, and the sheets are a mess and Oh God what is happening.]
[It takes Kid a minute to catch up beyond oh shit, oh shit, oh shit to realize that he is not in his very meticulously organized room but in Black☆Star’s room--he would know, he knows how disorganized Black☆Star is and this insanity could only belong to him. It takes another few seconds for him to realize everything feels funny. His head feels heavier and he feels like the ceiling is just a little bit further away...]
[Yes well, I hope everyone at 5723 Cunningham has had a nice quiet morning, because it is about to be shattered by sounds of mass hysteria coming from Black☆Star’s room. The strange noises are a combination of shouting about things being out of place, and there is a tattoo on one shoulder, and ultimately the noise dissolves into nothing short of mass hysteria. Any housemates will find
[Sleep? What is sleep? Soul used to know what that was like once upon a time. It was nice and quiet and Maka never bothered him unless... ok well sometimes Maka bothered him, but that wasn’t often. Only if he like left dishes out or he was going to be late to class (because that would mean SHE would be late to class and SOUL THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE). But that... that was neither here nor there at the moment.
Because sleep was something that he learned did not exist when you lived with Death the Kid.
He was switched to a different house when he got back, but damn if he didn’t remember what that scream sounded like.
It was a scream of desperation. Oh. And panic. A lot of panicking. It was weird though because it... well it kind of sounded like Black☆Star. What even.
Regardless of the reason he and Kid were in the same house again, if Kid was flipping out someone had to calm him down before he did something stupid. Not that freaking out because a picture was off center by less than a centimeter wasn’t stupid already, but the world did not need a panicking reaper at this ungodly hour in the morning.
Soul gets up with a sigh and rubs the back of his neck and --
Why was his hair so long?
And why did he feel... heavier? And wait.
Wait wait wait.
OH MY GOD WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL THESE WERE NOT THERE YESTERDAY.
WOULD HAVE NOTICED.
HARD NOT TO NOTICE.
HOLY SHIT WHEN DID HE GROW BOOBS?! WHY DID HE GROW BOOBS? WHAT THE HELL JFKLASJFDKA.
And then there’s a strangled scream, one loud enough to rival Kid’s, and... strange how it sounds like Tsubaki.]
B. » Action 「High School」
[Kid!Black☆Star is not feeling it, today. There was not one single wearable item of clothing in Black☆Star’s closet, and no matter what he did he could not fix the hair. So you might see Black☆Star sulking in the hall, wearing an oversized hat, the only black slacks he could find, and a large sweater
[And following Kid!Black☆Star around a bit like a slouchy, lost puppy would be Soul!Tsubaki. To say he’s uncomfortable is an understatement. Bras suck and he feels really top heavy and his hair keeps turning itself into a chain scythe and HE CAN’T GET IT TO STOP what the hell he’s a death scythe why can he not control this? UGH.]
Just.... Try to keep cool, ok dude?
I’m trying. But. Black☆Star’s hair, and all of his clothes have--
[JFKDSL KID SHUT UP. Soul quickly pulls Kid to the side and covers Kid’s mouth with his hand. Who is this mysterious person approaching them?]
Shut up! I think they know us ---
uh... them.
C. » Action 「Park」
[Yeah Kid’s not feeling the park, either. He’s just going to sit on a bench and read this book and try really hard to pretend this isn’t happening. He can’t fix it
Soul...you don’t think we’re stuck like this, do you? Because if we are, there must be a tattoo parlor in this stupid town that will fix Black☆Star’s hideous one-sided tattoo...
What? Dude, no! You’re not getting Black☆Star another tattoo! This is Mayfield, remember? I really don’t think this is going to be permanent.
[And then his ponytail turns into a chain scythe and he grumbles. It takes a minute, but he manages to change it back.]
… It better not be permanent.
[Snrk.]
But you make a very becoming Tsubaki, Soul.
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How are you handling it?
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[Stare. Just...stare. How could he tell so quickly?]
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Are you two acquaintances? Or just strangers who got swapped?
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Uh... well I woke up and I was a chick. I'm handling it about as well as I think I could be.
We both got switched with friend from home. This is Death the Kid. [nods towards Kid☆Star]
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[Kid☆Star is inspecting Django's outfit with a rather nervous stare. He'd promised not to make any comments about symmetry, so he is biting his lip nervously.]
[When he realizes he's being introduced, Kid waves weakly.]
Hello.
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It's a pleasure to meet you, Death. I'm Django.
(Django's not really wearing anything too flashy; it's a typical student uniform, but the only original part is the red scarf around his neck. It looks slightly ragged, but it's clear that Django's proud to wear it. And if either Soul or Death can pick up on it, they might notice that the redness is because the scarf has been dyed that way with blood. Vampire blood, to be exact. That was a very long time ago and it has since dried, but yeah...it's a prominent red.)
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[Is that scarf crooked...? Kid☆Star is starting to sweat just a teensy bit.]
P-please call me Kid.
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[Soul has never payed too much attention to the scarf, honestly. Right now he isn't either -- he's watching Kid who.... is eying said scarf. What the hell is he even looking at?
Oh. Oh wait. It's a little crooked isn't it?
Giving you a look, Kid.]
... Dude, really?
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[Kid☆Star twitches, frowning. His response is quiet because he promised and he's trying so hard. Just for you, Soul.]
I certainly don't do it on purpose.
[Besides, straightening things up is the sort of thing Kid does to help calm himself. When he's already had a stressful day, having to deliberately avoid doing so does not help. At all.]
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(Nope...not entirely symmetric scarf. It's just there, really. It feels nice, too.
He can't help but feel as though he's walked in the middle of something.)
Umm...is there something I can help you with, Kid? You seem bothered by something...
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N-no, I'm all right.
[Because he promised!]
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(Django, why are you making this worse?)
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[Please stop asking ;-; He promised Soul. Kid takes a moment to try and calm himself down, diverting his gaze to the lockers which are pleasantly all the exact same size.]
I don't need the nurse, really.
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(And so Django stops making that matter worse. Hooray~)
I was actually about to leave for today; I've done all I've had to and was considering heading over to the diner for a milkshake. Would you two care do join me? My treat.
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[Thank you so much.]
I'll pass, thank you.
[He is trying so hard to sound calm still, but the idea of Django leaving really does help his nerves
because the scarf is going to leave too]