Beast Boy (
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mayfield_rpg2012-02-03 10:18 pm
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Seethe
[phone]
That's it.
[It is the day after his encounter with Tara. Beast Boy slams a fist down on a table. Given that it is a gorilla fist, it breaks.]
I've had it. I'm sick of this. I just did this. I just did this! Three months and we were finally friends again! I'm not going through this... this crap. This is crap. This is bull. Crap. [This sounds like the first time someone has ever said anything harsher than heck.] I don't know what you guys are gonna do, but I'm not letting some crappy fake doctor do this kind of thing to my friends!
Starfire, Raven. We're still the Teen Titans, Robin or not. You guys in or out?
I'm gonna be at the dairy. I'm getting to that machine and I'm fixing it. I hope whichever one of you bozos went in and blew it up is happy.
[Yeah, that's right. He said bozo. What're you gonna do about it, huh?]
[action, dairy]
[Once again, there is a Tyrannosaurus Rex on the loose in Mayfield. This time, it pounds itself against the walls repeatedly, a desperate, kamikaze effort. Beast Boy is not one to give in to his bestial urges. There is nothing feral in this methodical battering except insofar as a man may be so enraged as to lose all that distinguishes him from an animal.
This will continue until he is droned.
Or... until after an hour has passed, when he slowly shrinks back into a skinny, green-skinned, pointy-eared kid, sinks to his knees and tries not to cry in pain, rage and despair.]
That's it.
[It is the day after his encounter with Tara. Beast Boy slams a fist down on a table. Given that it is a gorilla fist, it breaks.]
I've had it. I'm sick of this. I just did this. I just did this! Three months and we were finally friends again! I'm not going through this... this crap. This is crap. This is bull. Crap. [This sounds like the first time someone has ever said anything harsher than heck.] I don't know what you guys are gonna do, but I'm not letting some crappy fake doctor do this kind of thing to my friends!
Starfire, Raven. We're still the Teen Titans, Robin or not. You guys in or out?
I'm gonna be at the dairy. I'm getting to that machine and I'm fixing it. I hope whichever one of you bozos went in and blew it up is happy.
[Yeah, that's right. He said bozo. What're you gonna do about it, huh?]
[action, dairy]
[Once again, there is a Tyrannosaurus Rex on the loose in Mayfield. This time, it pounds itself against the walls repeatedly, a desperate, kamikaze effort. Beast Boy is not one to give in to his bestial urges. There is nothing feral in this methodical battering except insofar as a man may be so enraged as to lose all that distinguishes him from an animal.
This will continue until he is droned.
Or... until after an hour has passed, when he slowly shrinks back into a skinny, green-skinned, pointy-eared kid, sinks to his knees and tries not to cry in pain, rage and despair.]
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Okay okay, let's take a moment to relax here. Who did what all on her own? Are you sure it wasn't an experiment the town made her do?
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[Gosh he likes that word.]
She said it herself. She didn't need the machine or the Mayor or the Jack in the Box or whoever he is. It's still broken and until it's fixed, no one's going to be able to get back to normal.
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But breaking in there could make it worse. That doctor woman made all of these things happen because people got too close to it and there are a lot of people suffering because of it.
You seem really strong and brave, but this might not be the best way to use those talents.
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I'm fixing it.
How could anything possibly get worse?
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That's what happened when it broke and it's still happening. Did you miss the part where everyone started dying randomly or something?
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That's her. This is something else entirely. I am kinda not in the mood for this right now, dude, so maybe you should go bug another dinosaur.
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That's the problem...I'm running out of people to turn to. This week made them go on uncontrollable rampages or separated their organs into jars. I don't want to lose anymore friends...
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[It feels good to shout. Even if it's at this girl who obviously doesn't deserve it. Perhaps he will regret it later, but there is nothing as satisfying right now than screaming at the top of his lungs.
Life was hard, dude.]
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She shrinks into herself as her eyes grow wide and watery. Perhaps she needs someone to shout at her to help her truly realize what the town can do to people.
But as necessary as it is, she's still a child and she's scared. Not just scared of the surprisingly loud voice he has, but because it makes her realize how along she is.)
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[Rage, sometimes, wasn't so far removed from despair. He shouts almost every other word, and it feels like his lungs can't draw in enough breath to express himself loudly enough. Beast Boy stands trembling, his breathing transforming into shallow gasps that soon become suppressed sobs.]
You want to make friends?
[His voice cracks.]
We can be friends.
Please, just leave me alone.
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I...I lost my friends by leaving them alone. I flew away to the sk-skies to save myself...I didn't p-p-protect them like I said I would...
(And here, she drops to her knees.)
It's all my fault...
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Yeah?
Don't be too shook up about it. ...Nothing you coulda done, anyway.
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All she can manage to do at this point is hug Beast Boy's leg. She can't think of anything to say; her head is too filled up with confusion.)
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[His voice drops to a dull mumble as he pulls away a little half-heartedly. All his harsh emotion has died away, and there is nothing to feel now but a dull sort of resignation.]
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Will I at least see you later...? Friend?
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Yeah, sure.
Later.
See you around.
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(Chen wipes her eyes and nods slowly, flying off into the skies once more.)
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