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driftfleet2015-09-14 02:45 pm
theboogieman) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-14 02:45 pm
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Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.
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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."
he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.
so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:
a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)
on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.
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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."
he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.
so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:
a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)
on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]
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he's tense for a moment, sounds uselessly confused--that arm around her shoulders stays firm, because something in him can't trust that he's not going to get dropped. reminds him of falling and of being thrown, but he never hits the ground.
...but if she gives him a moment, he'll slowly relax again. he's never really been carried by anybody, not that he can remember. maybe his brother's shoulders, when he was tiny, back when he'd beg to be up higher, but...]
...What's... going on?
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[And she isn't going to drop him. She carries him easily along the road like this is completely natural, picking a path at random that she assumes will lead them out of town and towards somewhere with less light.]
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Ugh... [he clears a little blood out of his throat, and tips his head forward.] ...Hey, I used to think you had to lay down with a nosebleed. I threw up blood once... Wasn't good.
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Throwing up at all... is usually bad. How much drinking... did you do?
[Because now that they're talking about throwing up she's pretty sure he's got some puking in his future with or without a nosebleed adding to his nausea meter.]