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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
[video]
[His eyes travel along the wall. Crack in the plaster, there. The flag rustles against his temple.]
No. They didn't.
[video]
[Because if they had, surely Blake wouldn't be so down and defeated. Surely-]
I'm sorry. Too many people suck at talking or listening when it's important.
[video]
No badge. No department. Not even a damn gun.
[That was the one that made the difference, when the chips were really down.]
[video]
[But are they the department, or the gun?]
Not that it means much, when everyone else does. But even having a weapon wasn't quite as effective against those who could shoot back, was it?
[video]
[Even if it's a great magic crab.]
Sure, but it made them pay attention. Even the toughest gangbanger sons of bitches take notice when the cops show up. Here?
[His breath goes out in a bitter hah.]
Doesn't fuckin' matter who you are.
[video]
[He stops himself suddenly.]
...But that doesn't help much when you want it to matter, does it.
[video]
[The unusual phrase gets Blake's attention as it goes over his head. He makes an attempt to catch it.]
Dissociation how?
[video]
[A soldier playing a pirate playing a regular citizen. Ash knows his roles all too well.]
As long as they keep their mouths shut, how could any of us tell? We'd just accept what we see and not ask any questions. Hell, if you'd decided to step away from your cop self and told me you were a high school teacher or a chemist, I wouldn't have had any reason not to believe you.
[video]
[That stops Blake in his tracks.]
I figured people might be hiding things, but I never even thought they could be making the whole thing up from scratch. It's not like there's any records to check with. You'd have to grill them and find holes in their story.
Doubt I could pull off much of a teacher act, though.
[video]
[He doesn't sound particularly bothered by that.]