cursedtolive: (my name's czeslaw meyer.)
the little shit ([personal profile] cursedtolive) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_rpg2012-09-16 11:35 am

action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

{ACTION} Mayfield Elementary; before class
[Despite seeing and hearing some things he didn't want to encounter during the trip into the void, Czeslaw has been attending school without missing a day. Dressed in a white shirt with a tie (fixed to be straight by his drone mother) and jacket but missing his usual hat, Czes makes his way on campus, arriving a little bit early.

He bumps shoulders with people sometimes, uttering a small "sorry" whenever he does. But if he sees a face he recognizes, he looks up with the best smile he could plaster on his face.]


Hi... good morning! How's it going?

{ACTION} Stone Street; afternoon
[Czeslaw received something in the mail after coming home from school. It was just an envelope with a card inside, but what's important to Czes is what is dran on the card. It's a two-panel comic, a simple picture of a human with a wound in the first panel; the human's wound is healed in the second. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before he pales and nearly drops it, turning white and running inside the house.]

{PHONE} filtered to Firo Prochainezo
Firo! Hey Firo, can I talk to you?

[First he calls Firo, because this is the guy he was living with back home. First he's got to call Firo and see if he's still alive and around, and tell him what happened. He already tried to see if the mail wasn't joking, and sure enough it was real. The cut on his lip he bit down on it earlier healed in seconds.]

Not over the phone, though -- I can come to to your house or meet you anywhere, but I need to talk to you!

{ACTION} Nelson Street; nighttime
[Czes was also going to try calling Elmer C. Albatross but instead he runs. He remembers that Elmer lived on Nelson Street, so he runs as fast as he can to that street, hoping he'll find the house. But it's the one with the treehouse, right?

He's running so fast he might crash right into a passerby, saying "Sorry!" and hoping he won't get pulled into a conversation.]
keep_smiling: (hmmmmm)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-16 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I was! I was seeing if the constellations here were correct. Turns out they are.

Hmm? Why?
keep_smiling: (bluish)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-16 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah! You got it in the mail? You beat me out, then; I still don't have it.
keep_smiling: (don't mind me)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-18 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
They've sent me a few things, but not that yet. That's a good thing to have if things start getting bad around here again!
keep_smiling: (heh heh)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-20 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been fine! "But"? So you did get into some trouble?
keep_smiling: (elmer and graham)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-23 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I really should have gone in one! What was in it?
keep_smiling: (grin)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-24 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. It sounds like a film! Then again, a lot of thing that happen here sound like they should be happening in a movie. So what happened? Is there a happy ending to this movie?
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[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-26 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Not exactly like that, but strange things, yes. When I first got here, there was a prank war! And when you successfully pranked a target, you got something of theirs temporarily. I got someone's wings for awhile!
keep_smiling: (heh heh)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-26 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Squirt guns, water, food coloring. Worked like a charm! I even got all of my targets. Had to make it simple enough to get them all, you see.
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[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-28 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Put food coloring in the squirt guns, sneak up on someone, and pull the trigger!
keep_smiling: (biggest grin)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2012-09-30 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a prank. There's bound to be some casualties. Could be worse, right? Mayfield gives us all the clothes we could ever need anyway.