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mayfield_rpg2012-01-29 09:57 pm
cuestickgenius) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-29 09:57 pm
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2nd Pocket
[Phone]
[The voice on the other end sounds rather faint at first, then louder, then faint again, as if they keep moving the phone closer and further away from their head - or vice versa]
Okay, now press the- not that, the other one, the... come on, you can shoot a cue, you can dial a phone, it's not that- look, nevermind, just set it here, I don't even care.
[There's a clunking noise, like the phone hit glass almost, and the volume steadies]
Slick, Deuce, what's up on your end? I'm in... a situation.
[Action A; 463 Stone Street]
[That sure is Droog's body sitting at the kitchen table. And that sure is Droog's head in a jar. And that sure is his face mashed up against one side of the glass in the most undignified manner as his hands clumsily jam the filter end of a lit cigarette against the other.
Unsurprisingly, it's not working. He knows it's not working. But he's still trying. Addiction is a powerful thing.]
[Action B; outside 463 Stone Street]
[You probably notice the headless body in a dapper suit wandering around likea chicken with its head cut off an idiot, waving its hands about likes it's trying to feel around for something. You probably next notice the head in a jar lying on its side on the lawn, the irritated face of a very angry mobster clearly visible and, the reason you noticed it, its voice clearly audible.]
No, to your left... other left, come on. Over here, come on, closer, closer... no, that's towards the house, I'm over- damnit, this should not be this much trouble.
[Action C; Grocery Store]
[It's while browsing the aisles, looking through the various labels and brands that suddenly you find yourself face to face with another person. Not because you reached the end of the aisle, but because there is a head in a jar just sitting on the shelf, glaring angrily at you.]
Yeah, what are you looking at?
[Action D; Some street on some hill or even slight incline]
OH MY GOD DAMNIT HOW DID YOU EVEN-
[A string of curses doppler's past you, or perhaps it coming straight towards you, or whatever. The point is, it's headed downhill, and if you bother to look, you can clearly see some kind of jar rolling down the street and a man in a suit chasing frantically after it. Only the man doesn't have a head, and the cursing seems to be coming from the jar]
-GODDAMN LOUSY STUPID BODY, CAN'T EVEN RUN FASTER THAN A HEAD WITHOUT LEGS, LUCKY THE GLASS DIDN'T-
[Perhaps you could go stop the jar for him, since he's obviously having trouble catching up with it. Or perhaps you could do the wise thing and pretend you didn't see and go about your day.]
[The voice on the other end sounds rather faint at first, then louder, then faint again, as if they keep moving the phone closer and further away from their head - or vice versa]
Okay, now press the- not that, the other one, the... come on, you can shoot a cue, you can dial a phone, it's not that- look, nevermind, just set it here, I don't even care.
[There's a clunking noise, like the phone hit glass almost, and the volume steadies]
Slick, Deuce, what's up on your end? I'm in... a situation.
[Action A; 463 Stone Street]
[That sure is Droog's body sitting at the kitchen table. And that sure is Droog's head in a jar. And that sure is his face mashed up against one side of the glass in the most undignified manner as his hands clumsily jam the filter end of a lit cigarette against the other.
Unsurprisingly, it's not working. He knows it's not working. But he's still trying. Addiction is a powerful thing.]
[Action B; outside 463 Stone Street]
[You probably notice the headless body in a dapper suit wandering around like
No, to your left... other left, come on. Over here, come on, closer, closer... no, that's towards the house, I'm over- damnit, this should not be this much trouble.
[Action C; Grocery Store]
[It's while browsing the aisles, looking through the various labels and brands that suddenly you find yourself face to face with another person. Not because you reached the end of the aisle, but because there is a head in a jar just sitting on the shelf, glaring angrily at you.]
Yeah, what are you looking at?
[Action D; Some street on some hill or even slight incline]
OH MY GOD DAMNIT HOW DID YOU EVEN-
[A string of curses doppler's past you, or perhaps it coming straight towards you, or whatever. The point is, it's headed downhill, and if you bother to look, you can clearly see some kind of jar rolling down the street and a man in a suit chasing frantically after it. Only the man doesn't have a head, and the cursing seems to be coming from the jar]
-GODDAMN LOUSY STUPID BODY, CAN'T EVEN RUN FASTER THAN A HEAD WITHOUT LEGS, LUCKY THE GLASS DIDN'T-
[Perhaps you could go stop the jar for him, since he's obviously having trouble catching up with it. Or perhaps you could do the wise thing and pretend you didn't see and go about your day.]
no subject
[She rolls her eyes. She'd normally go for closing her eyes and sighing, but her eyelids aren't terribly flexible like this.]
I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count.
no subject
no subject
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Anyway, be careful. You're doin' a real number on the tile and I'm not too curious as to whether I'll keep living if the jar breaks.