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mayfield_rpg2012-01-24 03:08 pm
polariity) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-24 03:08 pm
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1 ♊ His life is just eventful this way ♊ Backdated to 1/20
[Phone]
[After this, guess who has two thumbs, no horns, and issues, Mayfield, and isn't afraid to let you know it? Yeah, it's that one guy with the lisp.]
Tho, in the middle of a thudden thurge of bumbling newbieth, no one cared to mention- anywhere at all- that there are thertain placeth which are automatic death trapth? I would have liked to know that beforehand. [His voice hitches in a sarcastic snarl.] That would have been lovely.
Tho! Anything elthe you incompetent wathteth of thpace would like to inform me of?
[A pause, and just heavy breathing can be heard, a combination of all the running around he's had to do and how he's trying to calm himself down. When he manages even a little, his voice is just a little calmer, and maybe a little... regretful?]
If you know Milla Vidello, then you and me need to talk. Raz, Lili?
Altho, I've heard there are people capable of healing woundth around here. My writht ith broken becauthe I thlipped- [That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.] -and it ith getting to be a pain. I'll pay you back.
[Action; Mayfield Hospital; open to any]
[After ranting at the phone, the Psiioniic is standing against a wall, staring intently at one room in particular. His jaw is clenched and his mismatched gaze is hard to read. He's missing most of his outer clothes, leaving just a white button up and his slacks. Both are covered in crimson blood.]
[Occasionally, he looks down at his hands for a long while, and they start to shake.]
[Action; a little later in a private room, still Mayfield Hospital. Closed to Milla and Signless]
[When he's finally allowed inside, he immediately goes to Milla's bedside, already on one knee. His expression is full of self hatred and worry. He may have known Milla only briefly, but she's a good person. He should have done something. He should have known better than to trust this place.]
[Why is he always ruining things?]
[After this, guess who has two thumbs, no horns, and issues, Mayfield, and isn't afraid to let you know it? Yeah, it's that one guy with the lisp.]
Tho, in the middle of a thudden thurge of bumbling newbieth, no one cared to mention- anywhere at all- that there are thertain placeth which are automatic death trapth? I would have liked to know that beforehand. [His voice hitches in a sarcastic snarl.] That would have been lovely.
Tho! Anything elthe you incompetent wathteth of thpace would like to inform me of?
[A pause, and just heavy breathing can be heard, a combination of all the running around he's had to do and how he's trying to calm himself down. When he manages even a little, his voice is just a little calmer, and maybe a little... regretful?]
If you know Milla Vidello, then you and me need to talk. Raz, Lili?
Altho, I've heard there are people capable of healing woundth around here. My writht ith broken becauthe I thlipped- [That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.] -and it ith getting to be a pain. I'll pay you back.
[Action; Mayfield Hospital; open to any]
[After ranting at the phone, the Psiioniic is standing against a wall, staring intently at one room in particular. His jaw is clenched and his mismatched gaze is hard to read. He's missing most of his outer clothes, leaving just a white button up and his slacks. Both are covered in crimson blood.]
[Occasionally, he looks down at his hands for a long while, and they start to shake.]
[Action; a little later in a private room, still Mayfield Hospital. Closed to Milla and Signless]
[When he's finally allowed inside, he immediately goes to Milla's bedside, already on one knee. His expression is full of self hatred and worry. He may have known Milla only briefly, but she's a good person. He should have done something. He should have known better than to trust this place.]
[Why is he always ruining things?]