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mayfield_rpg2012-02-03 10:18 pm
thebeastwithout) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-03 10:18 pm
Entry tags:
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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...[He manages a smile that makes him look vaguely on the verge of tears before clearing his throat a little and beginning to walk away.]
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You're it!
[And she takes off running. She's pretty quick for a normal human.]
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[He just stares at her run for a few moments. ...It is not really helping him cheer up, but she seems to be putting a lot of effort into it, so. Beast Boy morphs into a cheetah after a bit and catches up pretty quick.]