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mayfield_rpg2012-07-11 10:52 pm
spellbent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-11 10:52 pm
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eighth ; never going to another carnival ever
[ A : ACTION : 1251 WILLIAMS ROAD : MORNING ]
[ Warren is back! Awake, alive.
Also bleeding.
Yes, while his legs are no longer missing, he has fairly decent lacerations just above his knees, and the flow of blood really seems to not want to stop. He swears, hauling himself gingerly out of bed and towards the bathroom where he bandages himself up. Just as gingerly, he makes his way down to the kitchen, thinks better of it, and heads to the living room.
It seems to have taken its toll on him, because he collapses on the couch and falls back asleep. ]
[ B : PHONE CALL TO ANDERS : AFTERNOON ]
Please tell me you're around. I've got a problem... make that two problems.
[ C : PHONE CALL TO THE TOWN AT LARGE : AFTERNOON ]
I never did like carnivals all that much- now I suppose I have another reason entirely to hate them.
Did anyone find anything useful in that place? It was-- I almost want to call it a Mayfield prototype. New and small, and malfunctioning badly. I didn't... last long enough to really find anything.
[ A beat ]
I would also like to learn the name of the young man who shot me.
[ Warren is back! Awake, alive.
Also bleeding.
Yes, while his legs are no longer missing, he has fairly decent lacerations just above his knees, and the flow of blood really seems to not want to stop. He swears, hauling himself gingerly out of bed and towards the bathroom where he bandages himself up. Just as gingerly, he makes his way down to the kitchen, thinks better of it, and heads to the living room.
It seems to have taken its toll on him, because he collapses on the couch and falls back asleep. ]
[ B : PHONE CALL TO ANDERS : AFTERNOON ]
Please tell me you're around. I've got a problem... make that two problems.
[ C : PHONE CALL TO THE TOWN AT LARGE : AFTERNOON ]
I never did like carnivals all that much- now I suppose I have another reason entirely to hate them.
Did anyone find anything useful in that place? It was-- I almost want to call it a Mayfield prototype. New and small, and malfunctioning badly. I didn't... last long enough to really find anything.
[ A beat ]
I would also like to learn the name of the young man who shot me.
[action]
I can set up portals throughout the town- magical doorways, almost, that let me travel from one point to the next in only a few seconds.
[action]
[action]