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mayfield_rpg2012-09-16 11:35 am
cursedtolive) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-16 11:35 am
Entry tags:
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.]
[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.]
[Action]
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[Was Czes a normal child?! Firo tries to imagine him playing stickball or something. But nope. All he can picture is Czes scowling at other kids like the little old man he is. What kind of activities did he do as an actual kid, then?]
[Action]
[He's lying.]
I study a lot of things.
[Action]
[Oh. Damn it, Czes, he almost thought you were cool.
And that they could've bonded over sports.]You study? What's so fun about that?
[Action]
I'm a curious person! I don't mean study, like school. I like reading. I grew up with books.
[Action]
[It takes a moment, but it occurs to him that even this could be a good moment to learn more about Czes.
Cautiously, as if he's asking a dangerous question:]
What do you read?
[Action]
Not picture books. You won't even get through the first chapter of what I used to read. That sort of stuff.
[Action]
[He folds his arms. He's read books with chapters, Czes.]
Tell me more about 'em.
[Then Firo will be able to agree with you that he wouldn't understand a word.]
[Action]
... I've read a majority of the scientific papers that came out, especially leading up to and since the industrial revolution. Edison's lightbulb in particular, I was extremely interested in.
[Action]
...
...It's a lightbulb, Czes. You flip a switch and it turns on.
[Action]
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[Ugh, he doesn't have a rebuttal.]
Have you built a lightbulb?
[Action]
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[Nod nod. A perfect idea.]
[Action]
[Action]
But he puts his hands on his hips because he doesn't know what else to do.]
All right, shoot.
[Action]
Do you want a list?
[Action]
[Sheesh, Czes.]
[Action]
[Action]
[He straightens his spine so he can look down his nose at Czes.]
A lot.
[That's not a number, Firo.]