Charles "bad camel" Fei-Ong (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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mayfield_rpg2012-06-07 02:44 pm
encored) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-07 02:44 pm
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ACTION;
A) [In the morning, Charles can be found living up to his actual age, being an old man and setting up a chessboard in the park!Someone save him before he starts feeding pigeons and wearing sweater vests. He doesn't seem to have a partner to play with. Not until you walk by, that is, at which point he smiles and gestures to the other side of the table.]
Why don't you take a seat? Let's have a match. [SUSPICIOUS... No, he's just that bored and in a rare social mood.]
B) [Or maybe you catch him a little later on, after he's packed away his chess set and is out walking his, uh... Horace. The giant beast actually seems pretty tame, all things considered, only stopping to sniff moving things (like you, whoops!) and occasionally making gross growling noises and drooling on the ground. So majestic.
For the unfortunate citizens, these two losers can also be found in much less docile situations - Charles trying to shoo his droolbeast away from a drone it's attempting to gnaw on, or perhaps Horace lolloping down the road with a few geese in its mouth.]
PHONE;
[And carrying on with the trend of being utterly unruffled by everything that happened over the weekend, Charles will pick up his phone in the early evening with a question for the masses.]
I'd like to know your opinion on concerts. Proper orchestral performances, I mean. Who here enjoys them? If something with that sort of music happened to be available in the city, would you attend? [His little fancy cultured self is starting to feel more deprived than usual okay... Having at least one other star performer now, all that's left is to gauge the interest of a potential audience.]
A) [In the morning, Charles can be found living up to his actual age, being an old man and setting up a chessboard in the park!
Why don't you take a seat? Let's have a match. [SUSPICIOUS... No, he's just that bored and in a rare social mood.]
B) [Or maybe you catch him a little later on, after he's packed away his chess set and is out walking his, uh... Horace. The giant beast actually seems pretty tame, all things considered, only stopping to sniff moving things (like you, whoops!) and occasionally making gross growling noises and drooling on the ground. So majestic.
For the unfortunate citizens, these two losers can also be found in much less docile situations - Charles trying to shoo his droolbeast away from a drone it's attempting to gnaw on, or perhaps Horace lolloping down the road with a few geese in its mouth.]
PHONE;
[And carrying on with the trend of being utterly unruffled by everything that happened over the weekend, Charles will pick up his phone in the early evening with a question for the masses.]
I'd like to know your opinion on concerts. Proper orchestral performances, I mean. Who here enjoys them? If something with that sort of music happened to be available in the city, would you attend? [His little fancy cultured self is starting to feel more deprived than usual okay... Having at least one other star performer now, all that's left is to gauge the interest of a potential audience.]
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he'll cough pathetically, before rolling onto hands and knees to make an attempt at getting to his feet, as long as MISTER ANGRY here doesn't interfere...]
C... come, now...! Do you really expect me to believe all this anger is over a silly-- shirt?! HAH!
[who does that?
...okay you do that but who else does that??]
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he's really tempted to kick the loser over as soon as he tries to get to his feet, but he'll be nice and use Abel's back as a temporary footrest instead since he was kind enough to present the opportunity!! not very long, though; just long enough to punctuate the fact that yes he is this angry over a silly shirt.]
Do you have any idea how many shirts I've had to repair over the course of my stay? Do you know how tedious the wait is and how expensive getting something mended by a proper tailor is? I like this shirt and now I'll have to wait until god knows how long to wear it again because you can't contain your falls properly. [CHARLES WHY...]
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Abel gives an indignant noise upon being used as a footstool, batting his hand at him from his unfortunate position.]
--Do you mind?! I can't even focus on whatever drivel you're going on about when you've been grievously MISTREATING me ever since we stumbled onto each other!! Don't you care about my feelings at all?! [no Abel why would you even ask...]
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I don't, and I care about them less than usual today since you've taken it upon yourself to ruin my good mood just by existing. [WOE IS HIM. instead of taking his foot off normally he'll just kind of walk over Abel to get to the other side of the sidewalk even though there is a distinct lack of Horace there now.]
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he flops back down onto his face as he's stepped down upon and used as a stepping stone (first footstool, now this?! the HORROR), wheezing a protest out in suitably explosive fashion.]
--GOOD mood?! Ch-- arles--
[you realize you're going to pay for all this with more incessant nagging down the line...]
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instead he's just gonna straighten his shirt out with utmost dignity, plucking a string from his torn sleeve with a wrinkled nose.]
Well it's not good any longer.
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--No?! I wonder why THAT is, when you clearly garner sadistic enjoyment from assaulting poor defenseless priests--!!
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If I'm to derive sadistic enjoyment from assaulting anyone, they would still have to be a step above you. Even I can't delight in the misery of something so pathetic. [sigh!] Now if you'll excuse me, I should find that mouse before it makes a messy snack of the neighbors. [at least try to sound like you're even remotely concerned......]
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but soon as he's up, he's trotting right after him.]
--Well~! If you find me so pathetic, then surely you won't want to accept money from a deplorable creature like me, right? I mean, you definitely would be above that much... wouldn't you~?
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waving a hand dismissively! there is no weaseling out of this one okay he will get his repair money or he will die trying.] As deplorable as you are, your money is still good. How does this sound? You could put it into a plastic bag and seal it before delivering it to me. That should keep my hands clean.
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don't mind him if he just mutters under his breath here]
Yes, put my non-existent money in a bag for you, Charles, excellent...
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You're an adult, aren't you? Do something to earn it. Though I suppose you could pay me back in other ways, if you're so against lifting your finger to make a dime. [no run just run]
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well, Abel will brush himself off, still giving a cough here and there to remind his friend how DEEPLY he's been wounded, before hobbling off in the direction Horace had disappeared.]
An adult? Don't you mean an incapable buffoon? You've repeatedly described me as such, you know. You can't have it both ways! Either I can make money like an adult, or I'm just a drooling, vacant and unreliable good-for-nothing, Charles!
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looking after Abel for a moment in confusion because shirt is most important here! but then he remembers oh yeah a horace is on the loose, that should probably be dealt with... quietly veering in that direction as well..... thankfully horace doesn't stray far from his house]
Even vacant good-for-nothings can make money, you know. Honestly, I could set the mouse up as a freak show attraction and it would likely fetch more than you seem to be able to.
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...Well, that certainly is one idea... Did you teach him any tricks?
[yes he's taking you seriously..]
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also because just talking about horace makes him want to punch things in the eyes, he'll gesture to the rosary.] Isn't that a bit excessive?
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stare
at him after that... because that mental image. THAT MENTAL IMAGE.]
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HE DOESN'T GET WHAT'S SO WEIRD ABOUT THIS OKAY don't most people try to teach their pets things at some point?? what's the difference between fetch and opera gosh]
...Yes?
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OPERA.
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1/2
can anyone even answer that question]
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[yes he'll just wave this off, laughing to himself as if he's just told the funniest joke in the world, and continue ambling after Horace alskjdf]
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It would put that high-pitched screech to good use, at the very least. That's enough reason in and of itself to give it a shot. Honestly, permanently sewing its mouth shut would be the ideal option but they're a little useless if they can't eat.
[speaking of
is dat sum blood there on the sidewalk]
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he stops in front of the spot, glancing down at the inconspicuous dotting of red between his boots with a little furrow at his brow. don't tell him Horace had managed to find a meal in the time they were stuck derping on each other...
welp time to strain his hearing to see if he can make out that rather discernible 'mouse call'...]
Useless otherwise, isn't he? I don't think you could consider him useful as he is now, either, Charles.
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but with Abel straining to hear it, he'll likely pick up the sounds of horace's gross snuffling droolbeast self up ahead by a couple of blocks.]
It's useful as a disposal unit. [leaving bodies to rot is unsanitary!!] But outside of that, its uses are indeed severely limited.
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