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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2015-09-22 05:41 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2015-09-22 05:41 pm
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[25] [Video/Action for Goldenrod] - "You Leave Philly and Bad Shit Happens"
[VIDEO]
[The flag behind Blake is scorched and askew from where one of his firehorses brushed too close to it. His eyes are dark-rimmed, and have a hint of a wild sheen. No fancy-ass combed hair this time. His beard is dark and thick.]
I tried playing nice.
[There's a bat-like squeak from somewhere offscreen. Yusuke's going away present. He doesn't seem to hear it.]
More people are vanishing off the face of the earth. The wolfkid disappeared the old-fashioned way. No trace of any of them.
[Suddenly, he slams his fist on his desk.]
That's enough!
[He jabs his finger at the screen.]
As of now, I am declaring martial law. You hear me?! Nobody leaves without my permission!
[A violent gesture knocks over a glass in front of him.]
We're on lockdown!
[The video cuts out.]
[ACTION]
[Blake is in his headquarters, prowling back and forth. He can't seem to stay still, and his Pokemon have caught his restlessness. His arcanine is sniffing the air, Steve is pacing and standing on her toes to peer out the windows, his Kingler is scuttling around the old bowling lanes with its legs clack-clacking on the wood floor. There a squeaking and rustle of wings every once in a while as the last damn Zubat out of reach flaps over to a new corner. The only one that seems at rest is a Beautifly perched on top of a bank of lockers.
Blake's tread is hard and heavy. Every once in a while he hisses under his breath,] Bastards.
[[OOC: THE TIME IS NOW. If anybody's looking tohave fun punching an idiot in the head make history by overthrowing Blake's delusion government, now's the opportunity.]]
[The flag behind Blake is scorched and askew from where one of his firehorses brushed too close to it. His eyes are dark-rimmed, and have a hint of a wild sheen. No fancy-ass combed hair this time. His beard is dark and thick.]
I tried playing nice.
[There's a bat-like squeak from somewhere offscreen. Yusuke's going away present. He doesn't seem to hear it.]
More people are vanishing off the face of the earth. The wolfkid disappeared the old-fashioned way. No trace of any of them.
[Suddenly, he slams his fist on his desk.]
That's enough!
[He jabs his finger at the screen.]
As of now, I am declaring martial law. You hear me?! Nobody leaves without my permission!
[A violent gesture knocks over a glass in front of him.]
We're on lockdown!
[The video cuts out.]
[ACTION]
[Blake is in his headquarters, prowling back and forth. He can't seem to stay still, and his Pokemon have caught his restlessness. His arcanine is sniffing the air, Steve is pacing and standing on her toes to peer out the windows, his Kingler is scuttling around the old bowling lanes with its legs clack-clacking on the wood floor. There a squeaking and rustle of wings every once in a while as the last damn Zubat out of reach flaps over to a new corner. The only one that seems at rest is a Beautifly perched on top of a bank of lockers.
Blake's tread is hard and heavy. Every once in a while he hisses under his breath,] Bastards.
[[OOC: THE TIME IS NOW. If anybody's looking to
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[There's people Blake would burn down at a city to get at.
Blake stares down at his hands. Gnarled, beat up, callused. Not an old man's hands yet. Getting there.]
I didn't even like him much.
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[Behind him, the shadow of a bat in flight crosses the flag. There's a sound of wings but he doesn't hear it.]
Those've been gone for a long time.
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[Which is when it sort of hits him that it's almost October. His birthday's next month already. The second birthday he's spent here, two years older, two fucking years.]
Your hooligan nemesis, or something?
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[He shakes his head.]
Nah. He was a pain in my ass, always talked back, never did what he was told, but my nemesis was somebody a whole lot different. He was here...[It hits him with a weird, cold feeling in his gut.] Christ, it was a long time ago. He left too.
I hated him so goddamn much.
[His hands fist hard enough to whiten the knuckles, and he stares down at the desk without blinking.]
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[He eyes those hands, debating. He needs to make sure not to push too far, but still push in general, or this oyster's gonna clam up so tight he'll never unwind again.]
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[The grudge is familiar as a favorite pair of socks, and wearing thin the same way.]
Fuck, you know, I kind of wanted to see him again. Give him a piece of my mind. Then, when I did, here...I still never really had the chance.
[Weird how easy Dietrich is to talk to. He seems like the kind of guy who's seen a little of everything.]
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[He nods slightly.]
I fucking hate loose ends.
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I never even got the chance to sock him one.
[Something pulls at his expression.]
The kid was always there.
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[The one who got left in a well to die.]
Him and the asshole were here when I got here. He wasn't fuckin' happy to see me.
You can't really chew somebody out when he's busy trying to make a kid stop crying.