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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2016-01-23 09:03 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2016-01-23 09:03 pm
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[29] Video/Action for Goldenrod - "I will smack your face off of your face! Do not add a song!"
[A Pidgey flutters to a landing on a drainpipe in Goldenrod. In its beak is a tatter of a weather-bleached campaign poster bearing the left side of Carter Blake's face.
The camera turns to glimpse the Ludicolo carrying it, then follows a man's trudging boots. The eternal background music rises and shifts into a heavy, tramping rhythm underscored by a hiss of maracas.
There's a lady walking her Houndoor. When Blake treads in a puddle that splashes the dog, it growls at him, and Blake growls right back.
That gets attention from passersby on the other side of the street. Blake whirls on them.]
I see that rancid smile
You think that I'm all ruse
Well you can walk a mile
But keep your damn hands off my shoes
[He turns to harangue a new target, oblivious to the dance routine beginning around him.]
See, my job was to beat the chaos sane
You gotta make some messes
You can't be afraid to deal some pain
There's no time for second guesses
If meting out justice is what you wanna do
You gotta put a crack in a tibia or two
[His Snubbull leaps to grab a dancer's hand and gets whirled around in a circle.]
Who're you to say I did it wrong?
Who're you to judge my sins?
You say that you care about what's right and what's fair
What you care about is who wins
You say you want a hero?
They's not what you want to see
They don't turn back, they never crack
Wake up and look at me
[Blake sweeps his arm at the gathered crowd.]
I was doing fine, I was in the clear
Didn't break down, didn't drink
Til I ended up booted over here
With nothing but time to think
[He stomps down the street faster, but their choreography keeps them all close behind him.]
Back home, I had a place to lead
I had my city and I served it
Every time I made some bastard bleed
Hell, I knew that he deserved it
I did everything I could to clean up the filth and vice
I never gave a damn that I didn't do it nice
[His voice gets rapid and louder.]
So you give it all your sweat and blood
So you believe it to the bone
So what if you were wrong when you thought that you were strong
So what if who you fought is everything you're not
So what if you can't claim you're the same as when you came
So what if you're alone?
[Blake's violent gestures cut short. The background music has never seemed so loud as when it suddenly goes silent. He leans against a storefront window, where his dim and dusty reflection lingers.]
[softly]
You say you want a hero?
They's not what you want to see
They don't turn back, they never crack
Wake up and look at me
[His head jerks up to glare at the posed crowd staring at him.]
What?!
The camera turns to glimpse the Ludicolo carrying it, then follows a man's trudging boots. The eternal background music rises and shifts into a heavy, tramping rhythm underscored by a hiss of maracas.
There's a lady walking her Houndoor. When Blake treads in a puddle that splashes the dog, it growls at him, and Blake growls right back.
That gets attention from passersby on the other side of the street. Blake whirls on them.]
I see that rancid smile
You think that I'm all ruse
Well you can walk a mile
But keep your damn hands off my shoes
[He turns to harangue a new target, oblivious to the dance routine beginning around him.]
See, my job was to beat the chaos sane
You gotta make some messes
You can't be afraid to deal some pain
There's no time for second guesses
If meting out justice is what you wanna do
You gotta put a crack in a tibia or two
[His Snubbull leaps to grab a dancer's hand and gets whirled around in a circle.]
Who're you to say I did it wrong?
Who're you to judge my sins?
You say that you care about what's right and what's fair
What you care about is who wins
You say you want a hero?
They's not what you want to see
They don't turn back, they never crack
Wake up and look at me
[Blake sweeps his arm at the gathered crowd.]
I was doing fine, I was in the clear
Didn't break down, didn't drink
Til I ended up booted over here
With nothing but time to think
[He stomps down the street faster, but their choreography keeps them all close behind him.]
Back home, I had a place to lead
I had my city and I served it
Every time I made some bastard bleed
Hell, I knew that he deserved it
I did everything I could to clean up the filth and vice
I never gave a damn that I didn't do it nice
[His voice gets rapid and louder.]
So you give it all your sweat and blood
So you believe it to the bone
So what if you were wrong when you thought that you were strong
So what if who you fought is everything you're not
So what if you can't claim you're the same as when you came
So what if you're alone?
[Blake's violent gestures cut short. The background music has never seemed so loud as when it suddenly goes silent. He leans against a storefront window, where his dim and dusty reflection lingers.]
[softly]
You say you want a hero?
They's not what you want to see
They don't turn back, they never crack
Wake up and look at me
[His head jerks up to glare at the posed crowd staring at him.]
What?!
Video
Whatever you want, little puffball blob
Better hurry it up; some of us've got a job-
[He scowls and shakes his head hard.] Fuck.
Re: Video
Well, she'll hold up a sign once she's done writing.]
You sing really well!
[This is such a smiley puffball.]
Video
No I don't! I wasn't singing! You were singing!
Re: Video
You were! And you sounded really good.
Video
Then he glances around to make sure the area's clear (everybody's keeping a bit of distance now.) His eyes dart to the screen, and he leans in and mutters out of the side of his mouth]
Thanks.
Re: Video
[:)
...and then a question. Because Rose needs to learn tact.]
Are you shy?
Video
I just don't sing, cause I'm a grown man and not a cartoon princess.
Re: Video
[...okay you seem to have confused the pink fluff blob. 'Crack'? How do you put a crack in a bag? And why would you reach down someone's pants for that?
(Because she is a cinnamon roll with a mentality somewhere in elementary school who doesn't know what drugs are.)]
Video
The thing to remember now is, if anybody asks, you didn't hear anything.
Re: Video
Clefairy.
[She nods. She (thinks she) gets it.]
Video
I mean it. It's our secret. Grown men don't sing.
Re: Video
[Well, Kaile sings, and he's grown up. (Granted, he's a Wigglytuff, but.)
But if you're too shy about it to even admit that you're shy, she can keep it secret. :)]
Video
Re: Video
[Have a salute.]
Video
Just do me a favor here, be sure to keep it down
The last thing I wanna do is get laughed out of town
Re: Video
...okay she's going to sing a response. And she's trying not to use Sing, but she does know it, so.]
♫ Clef clef clefairy clef
fair fairy clef 'ri clef~ ♫
[♫ But who would laugh? You sing so well.
Listening to you is really swell~ ♫]
Video
All right, that counts as a rhyme. You don't got that much to work with for lyrics.
Re: Video
[She takes a little bow. Why thank you~]