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mayfield_rpg2012-02-06 11:46 am
soulless_soldier) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-06 11:46 am
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17th Fight
Action A:
As Barton quickly ages, she's wracked with pain. Every hour she ages a year, and the changes to her body are agonizing. She hides in her room, the door locked, trying to hide her suffering from the rest of the household.
On Tuesday, Feb. 2nd., she reaches 100 years of age. Slowly, she begins to lose feelings in her legs. It slowly creeps up her body until she is paralyzed, frozen stiff in her bed.
She is trapped like this for a few days, stuck in a waking nightmare, until a certain bat-wielding boy comes along to offer some help.
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Action B: The effects of the surgery have worn off. Barton's hellish nightmare is over. She may be a strong girl, used to a harsh life as a soulless person, and the pain and confusion over psychic abilities. But Mayfield played on her only fear, and it's going to take some time to recover.
So, housemates and visitors. Don't mind her if she just stays in her room awhile, curled up on her bed. The door is unlocked now, at least.
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Action C: Later today, Barton will make it outside. She needs air, and sky. She's used to a life outdoors, so she won't stay inside forever. She'll be at her usual haunt - the trees around Makeout Point, bundled up in her coat, a small fire going. Her big blue German Shepard is at her side, keeping her company.
As Barton quickly ages, she's wracked with pain. Every hour she ages a year, and the changes to her body are agonizing. She hides in her room, the door locked, trying to hide her suffering from the rest of the household.
On Tuesday, Feb. 2nd., she reaches 100 years of age. Slowly, she begins to lose feelings in her legs. It slowly creeps up her body until she is paralyzed, frozen stiff in her bed.
She is trapped like this for a few days, stuck in a waking nightmare, until a certain bat-wielding boy comes along to offer some help.
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Action B: The effects of the surgery have worn off. Barton's hellish nightmare is over. She may be a strong girl, used to a harsh life as a soulless person, and the pain and confusion over psychic abilities. But Mayfield played on her only fear, and it's going to take some time to recover.
So, housemates and visitors. Don't mind her if she just stays in her room awhile, curled up on her bed. The door is unlocked now, at least.
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Action C: Later today, Barton will make it outside. She needs air, and sky. She's used to a life outdoors, so she won't stay inside forever. She'll be at her usual haunt - the trees around Makeout Point, bundled up in her coat, a small fire going. Her big blue German Shepard is at her side, keeping her company.
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[ He shrugs, a little embarrassed, though it's good to see her looking a little less dour. ]
It's somethin' Mayfield sent me from the speakeasy back home; we use a honey store as a front. You told me you weren't gonna open anything else it sends you, right? So that's gotta be better than nothin'.
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Yes to both. You should at least get somethin', even if it's not from your home.
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We don't get too many things from home, Firo. Are ya sure?
[She is actually very moved! But this is Barton after all...]
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[ His smile fades a little; he's been trying to avoid asking this question, but can't help asking. Though an honest answer isn't likely, it can't hurt to try. ]
...Are you gonna be okay?
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That's what I thought you'd say. You sure you don't need to... I dunno, get somethin' off your chest?
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[ And because he hates feeling useless, he quickly adds: ]
Is there anything you need?
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[ He gives her a smile and a wave before stepping out the door. ]