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foolishwren) wrote2011-11-04 05:33 pm
foolishwren) wrote2011-11-04 05:33 pm
Entry tags:
- *999: clover,
- *brave story: wataru,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: liquid snake,
- *silent hill: father vincent,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *transformers animated: bumblebee,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- @henry,
- @kaito,
- accidentally an entire boot,
- adventure time,
- aftermath,
- all your base are belong to me,
- and the joker got away,
- brb going on an adventure,
- cujo,
- ecruteak city,
- faceplanting imminent,
- growlithe,
- hangovers are wonderful and amazing,
- heather is a bad role model,
- how drunk were we last night,
- i've got a bad feeling about this,
- ic,
- issues with authority,
- like a boss,
- lol i don't care that i broke the law,
- looking good kid,
- mission accomplished,
- nobody loves jerry,
- notto dissu shitto agen,
- the fuck is that. ... the fuck is this.,
- tyrogue,
- val,
- video,
- well that was fun,
- what is this i don't even
82. [Video] Backdated to November 1st!
[It's about eight in the morning, the day after Halloween night. Juuuuust the right time for the bright early-morning sun to be shining in through everybody's windows. The Ecruteak Inn in particular is RIGHT in the perfect place for that light to be blaring in, which is why the first thing that shows on the screen (accompanied by the scrapes and jitters of somebody picking the 'Gear up) are the bright white bars of sunlight across the wooden inn-room floor.]
[The next thing it shows is ALSO covered in the bars of sunlight, but it's so BRIGHT that the glare actually maxes out the screen's capacity for a second or two before it adjusts and shows that the gleam is actually the sunlight reflecting in a million little points off of what seems to be a fairly impressive pile of NOT candy like one might expect there to be on somebody's floor after a successful night of trick-or-treating, but... shiny... things?]
[Yes. Shiny things. All kinds. Eyeglasses, doorknobs, strings of still-lit decorative Halloween lights, a genuine police badge, a set of handcuffs, a roll of foil tinsel, some well-polished pots and pans, small hand-held mirrors, coins of all shapes and sizes, more than a few pieces of (gulp) expensive-looking jewelry, a weathervane, several articles of clothing studded with those fake rhinestones, bottles of glitter (as one may imagine, the glitter is now EVERYWHERE), flashlights of all shapes and sizes (all of them are still turned on), a large (and opened) tube of "Sparkle Fun" toothpaste, what appears to be a small army of glossy Mr. Mime-shaped garden gnomes...]
[And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Somebody was productive last night.]
[The unmistakeable sound of a panting dog suddenly invades the speakers and a giant orange blur passes in front of the screen briefly, accompanied by the click-click-click of blunt claws on hardwood.Then the sound of licking, followed by a hoarse groan.]
Nnngh....
[Around this point, the view begins to zoom out. .... Erratically and jerkily, like the most poorly-filmed dramatic zoom-out in history, because instead of using the zoom button, the camera-holder is literally scooting backwards across the floor on his butt, all the way to his sleeping bag. Only then is the whole scene revealed.]
[Sprawled across the sparkly spoils of their night on the town are two very, VERY tired teens, now only partially-dressed as the thieving monkey and corvid they started the night out as. Kaito Kuroba is face-down on top of a small, tangled pile of beaded strings (you know, the rainbow-colored kind that hippies hang on their doors), with his monkey-ear headband slid down over the back of his head. And part two of the dastardly duo is flat on her back, half of her poncho rumpled up around her neck and her mask is halfway off. As is expected of someone like Heather, she bears the telltale marks of having apparently gotten into a physical FIGHT with someone at some point during the night, and somewhat LESS expected of someone like Heather, she also has what appears to be an infant Tyrogue clinging to one of her legs.]
[It's like The Hangover, ADD Teenager Halloween Edition.]
[The screen stops jittering once the filmer is safely settled on his sleeping bag once more.]
[Cujo is busy rousing his trainer by licking what's visible of her face while she mumbles protests and sort of feebly slaps him with one hand, while Kaito is dragging his face up off of his uncomfortable-looking pillow and squinting blearily in the bright morning light. Biz the Aipom scampers onto the screen and hops up on his trainer's shoulder to proudly present him one of the many wallets stolen during the night. Nobody particularly notices.]
Wh... huh...?
Cujo, go 'way ... where... whuhappen...
[At last, the mystery filmer finally speaks up, in that mild, quiet tone some of the network may be familiar with as coming from the scruffy, twitchy photographer that follows Heather and her father around and occasionally talks about serial killer owls.]
Oh, you two are up.
Mr. Mason says you have to give all that stuff back today.
[The two teens stare at him blearily, and then down at their piles. ... And then at themselves. Kaito reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and produces a small shower of glitter. Heather lifts her leg in the air with a mildly horrified expression at the pink... thing on her leg. Then they look back at Henry.]
[The feed cuts.]
[BUT A FEW HOURS LATER, a much-more-cleaned-up Heather will be popping onto the feed again, hair still sticking in every direction (she'd had it gelled to look like a Murkrow's head feathers) and glitter still sparkling pretty much... everywhere. ... Including her teeth, when she grins sheepishly.]
Uh... hey, guys... so um... Kaito and I found a bunch of... stuff... that was apparently stolen... by kids in costumes. That totally weren't us.
... So if some weirdos grabbed something from you last night, it might... totally be here.
Yeah.
Uh.
... Happy Halloween.
[OOC: Action for Kaito and roomies, obviously! Otherwise, if your character was in Ecruteak, feel free to assume that the dastardly duo nicked something from them and will be sheepishly returning it at some point today.
Blue = Kaito, Orange = Heather, Brown = Henry.]
[The next thing it shows is ALSO covered in the bars of sunlight, but it's so BRIGHT that the glare actually maxes out the screen's capacity for a second or two before it adjusts and shows that the gleam is actually the sunlight reflecting in a million little points off of what seems to be a fairly impressive pile of NOT candy like one might expect there to be on somebody's floor after a successful night of trick-or-treating, but... shiny... things?]
[Yes. Shiny things. All kinds. Eyeglasses, doorknobs, strings of still-lit decorative Halloween lights, a genuine police badge, a set of handcuffs, a roll of foil tinsel, some well-polished pots and pans, small hand-held mirrors, coins of all shapes and sizes, more than a few pieces of (gulp) expensive-looking jewelry, a weathervane, several articles of clothing studded with those fake rhinestones, bottles of glitter (as one may imagine, the glitter is now EVERYWHERE), flashlights of all shapes and sizes (all of them are still turned on), a large (and opened) tube of "Sparkle Fun" toothpaste, what appears to be a small army of glossy Mr. Mime-shaped garden gnomes...]
[And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Somebody was productive last night.]
[The unmistakeable sound of a panting dog suddenly invades the speakers and a giant orange blur passes in front of the screen briefly, accompanied by the click-click-click of blunt claws on hardwood.Then the sound of licking, followed by a hoarse groan.]
Nnngh....
[Around this point, the view begins to zoom out. .... Erratically and jerkily, like the most poorly-filmed dramatic zoom-out in history, because instead of using the zoom button, the camera-holder is literally scooting backwards across the floor on his butt, all the way to his sleeping bag. Only then is the whole scene revealed.]
[Sprawled across the sparkly spoils of their night on the town are two very, VERY tired teens, now only partially-dressed as the thieving monkey and corvid they started the night out as. Kaito Kuroba is face-down on top of a small, tangled pile of beaded strings (you know, the rainbow-colored kind that hippies hang on their doors), with his monkey-ear headband slid down over the back of his head. And part two of the dastardly duo is flat on her back, half of her poncho rumpled up around her neck and her mask is halfway off. As is expected of someone like Heather, she bears the telltale marks of having apparently gotten into a physical FIGHT with someone at some point during the night, and somewhat LESS expected of someone like Heather, she also has what appears to be an infant Tyrogue clinging to one of her legs.]
[It's like The Hangover, ADD Teenager Halloween Edition.]
[The screen stops jittering once the filmer is safely settled on his sleeping bag once more.]
[Cujo is busy rousing his trainer by licking what's visible of her face while she mumbles protests and sort of feebly slaps him with one hand, while Kaito is dragging his face up off of his uncomfortable-looking pillow and squinting blearily in the bright morning light. Biz the Aipom scampers onto the screen and hops up on his trainer's shoulder to proudly present him one of the many wallets stolen during the night. Nobody particularly notices.]
Wh... huh...?
Cujo, go 'way ... where... whuhappen...
[At last, the mystery filmer finally speaks up, in that mild, quiet tone some of the network may be familiar with as coming from the scruffy, twitchy photographer that follows Heather and her father around and occasionally talks about serial killer owls.]
Oh, you two are up.
Mr. Mason says you have to give all that stuff back today.
[The two teens stare at him blearily, and then down at their piles. ... And then at themselves. Kaito reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and produces a small shower of glitter. Heather lifts her leg in the air with a mildly horrified expression at the pink... thing on her leg. Then they look back at Henry.]
[The feed cuts.]
[BUT A FEW HOURS LATER, a much-more-cleaned-up Heather will be popping onto the feed again, hair still sticking in every direction (she'd had it gelled to look like a Murkrow's head feathers) and glitter still sparkling pretty much... everywhere. ... Including her teeth, when she grins sheepishly.]
Uh... hey, guys... so um... Kaito and I found a bunch of... stuff... that was apparently stolen... by kids in costumes. That totally weren't us.
... So if some weirdos grabbed something from you last night, it might... totally be here.
Yeah.
Uh.
... Happy Halloween.
[OOC: Action for Kaito and roomies, obviously! Otherwise, if your character was in Ecruteak, feel free to assume that the dastardly duo nicked something from them and will be sheepishly returning it at some point today.
Blue = Kaito, Orange = Heather, Brown = Henry.]
[action]
[The hat rustles and perches awkwardly when it's set down on her hair-- thanks to the fact that it's all stiff and groady from all the gel she'd used to shape it into something vaguely like a Murkrow's crest.]
You deserve a medal.
... I bet I can find a medal in here somewhere.
[She starts to dig through the pile with renewed determination.]
[action]
[action]
[After a few minutes of the sound of junk shifting and rattling against itself, she tugs (with some difficulty) one of those cheesy plastic medals they give to kids for winning summer camp activities-- the kind that have inspirational phrases such as "WINNER" or "#1" on them. This one has both-- one on each side.]
[She holds it up reverently, doing a crappy imitation of a trumpet fanfare.]
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I dub thee the Idea Man.
May your rule be long and prosperous and full of sparkling gems of wisdom to impart upon the masses.
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Nnngh, ow.
Man, last night was not kind in the 'wake up without pain the next day' department...
[action]
How badly does it hurt?
[action]
I think I got in a fight last night.
[... Not that this is much different than usual.]
[action]
Do you remember who it was with?
[action]
... I think so.
But I'm pretty sure he wasn't... himself at the time.
[action]
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He was dressed as Mr. Hyde.
[... and she'd been the one to encourage him to wear that costume, sob. Kaito would likely overhear their conversation on the subject later, considering the poor guy would be stopping by to apologize for the fact that he'd tried to strangle her. Cooper's a good dude when he's not possessed.]
[action]
IMMEDIATELY LEANING IN TO CHECK HER FOR ANY OTHER INJURIES...]
[action]
[She plants a half-playful hand in the middle of his face to gently push him away-- she's got an impressive number of small scrapes and bruises, but none of it looks too serious and could very well have been received while falling out of trees or off of rooftops or during any number of the other hijinks they'd gotten up to last night. ... Except for the ones on her throat, though. Those are definitely finger-shaped.]
Not like I've never been in a fight before.
[action]
. . .
[yeeeeah okay all the humor in this situation has immediately faded away] Did he-- try to strangle you?
[action] Heather is kind of totally desensitized to violence sometimes
[She sort of pauses, watching his expression turn totally serious.]
... Probably?
What's the big deal?
[jeez Kaito it's only a bit of strangulation, come on :(]
[action] sob 8(
[is this an instance where we're totally not on the same page orz]
... nothing. S'just-- [brushing a hand through his hair and shedding more glitter]
Last night was annoying and stupid, that's all. We'd better get started on sorting through this stuff.
[action] sob 8(
[So she sort of nods and starts to sift through the junk once more. ... After a moment, though, she speaks up again, because she's not sure she wants to leave that look on his face.]
Hey.
[She tries to give him an encouraging smile.]
I'm fine, okay?
[action]
'Course you are. I mean, you're here and you're not writing in pain, so that's saying enough in and of itself.
[action]
[She pauses for a moment, then goes back to the pile sheepishly.]
Never mind.
[action]
[also still digging]
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[... A little blunter than normal, it seems. But it was a rough night.]
... Is that a police badge over there?
[action]
Seriously? Geez, who the heck did we even steal from last night...?
[action]
[... Well kids, you'd know if you checked the last network post that was made from Kaito's 'Gear last night...]
[She fishes the badge up out of the pile and glances at it... it's one of those Johto ones, with a Growlithe on it. And it's definitely NOT one of those little plastic ones you can get at costume stores.]
Dayum.
Maybe we uh... should check what warrants are out right now...
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