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mayfield_rpg2012-02-03 01:13 pm
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04. My Little Poland, My Little Poland Ahh ahh ahh ahhh~
[a. Outside Mayfield Hospital-back dated to January 31st]
[Poland's standing outside Mayfield hospital with a cardboard box over his head while clutching to a prescription pad and a pen. He swiped the prescription pad off a counter and found the box in a hospital supply closet. No matter what, he's not taking that box off his head. He doesn't want anyone to see what that terrible doctor did to him, even if it means he has to walk home blind. There wasn't anything he could get his hands on that was sharp enough to cut through the box, so it lacks eye holes for him to see out of.
Hopefully he'll manage to find his way back to his house, stumbling around stubbornly along the sidewalk.]
[b. 1332 Benny Road]
[Only after getting inside his house, closing and locking the door and pulling all the drapes closed on the windows does he hesitantly take the box off.
In place of his head, rests a pony head sewn to his neck with infected sutures.
Poland knows that cleaning the stitches is important, the incision wound is still oozing slightly of blood and yellow pus and it's been causing him a lot of pain and nausea, making him feel disorientated. He digs around the house for something to sanitize them with, pulling apart the cabinet under the kitchen sink for peroxide or betadine... when he feels something brush up against his back, gently.
Poland nickers something softly, to say "not right now," since he can't verbalize the words thanks to his new appendage, but it brushes up against him again. Turning he expects to see his pet pony trying to comfort him.
Instead he turns suddenly realizing where Dr. Johnson had gotten the decapitated equine head now sewn onto his shoulders. He was face to face with his own human head sewn on to Mr. Pony's body.
Even with everything in his house shut, locked, and hidden away; Poland's horrified scream echos through the neighborhood.]
[c. Phone]
...
[Oh, right. Poland can only make pony noises. The phone is utterly useless to him.]
[Click.]
[Poland's standing outside Mayfield hospital with a cardboard box over his head while clutching to a prescription pad and a pen. He swiped the prescription pad off a counter and found the box in a hospital supply closet. No matter what, he's not taking that box off his head. He doesn't want anyone to see what that terrible doctor did to him, even if it means he has to walk home blind. There wasn't anything he could get his hands on that was sharp enough to cut through the box, so it lacks eye holes for him to see out of.
Hopefully he'll manage to find his way back to his house, stumbling around stubbornly along the sidewalk.]
[b. 1332 Benny Road]
[Only after getting inside his house, closing and locking the door and pulling all the drapes closed on the windows does he hesitantly take the box off.
In place of his head, rests a pony head sewn to his neck with infected sutures.
Poland knows that cleaning the stitches is important, the incision wound is still oozing slightly of blood and yellow pus and it's been causing him a lot of pain and nausea, making him feel disorientated. He digs around the house for something to sanitize them with, pulling apart the cabinet under the kitchen sink for peroxide or betadine... when he feels something brush up against his back, gently.
Poland nickers something softly, to say "not right now," since he can't verbalize the words thanks to his new appendage, but it brushes up against him again. Turning he expects to see his pet pony trying to comfort him.
Instead he turns suddenly realizing where Dr. Johnson had gotten the decapitated equine head now sewn onto his shoulders. He was face to face with his own human head sewn on to Mr. Pony's body.
Even with everything in his house shut, locked, and hidden away; Poland's horrified scream echos through the neighborhood.]
[c. Phone]
...
[Oh, right. Poland can only make pony noises. The phone is utterly useless to him.]
[Click.]
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Where is your home?
[She can at least make sure he gets there safely.]
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I know where Benny Road is, do you want me to show you?
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[She wasn't sure how he was feeling, she just knew that he wasn't doing good a few minutes ago.]
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The sooner he gets to his house, the sooner he can deal with this infection and start to feel more like himself again.]
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