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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-12-07 11:06 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-12-07 11:06 pm
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[11] Video/Action for Route 39 - "4 THE MARE"
[Carter doesn't know he's gotten used to it until he wakes up alone.]
[What's supposed to happen is they get up, bitch about the cold, make some coffee and breakfast, bitch about the cold some more, pack up, and hit the road.]
[Today there's just the sound of birds.]
[When Carter sits up, the other sleeping bag is flat. There's a fat, fuzzy teddy bear thing sitting on top of it, and a crab perched on the pillow, where a head full of messy blond hair should be.]
[Both of the animals look at Blake expectantly.]
[He fumbles for his phone and hits the key that dials Dirk. He sits very, very still while it connects.]
[The prerecorded voice tells him what he already knows.]
[He drops the phone and leaves it to chirp out its message to nobody. He pulls on the nearest clothes to hand and crawls out of the tent. The bright light makes him squint. He walks toward the edge of the clearing. They'd found a good place this time. Level ground, no tall grass, surrounded by pine trees. You couldn't even see it from the road. Honestly, Carter doesn't know how Dirk knew it was there.]
[Blake rests his head against a tree and breathes in deep. The bark is cool and rough on his forehead. The air smells like pine needles.]
[Dirk had a good eye for these things.]
[He slams his fist into the trunk as hard as he can.]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[Over and over, and when he finally stops his knuckles are stinging and it's all silence except for his panting.]
[He turns and goes back to the tent.]
[Inside, the fuzzy thing is trying to open up his backpack. Its claws are giving it much luck with the ties. Blake unties it and dumps everything out on the floor. Soap, pokeballs, clothespins, socks. Some oranges roll away, and the thing goes right after them and starts gnawing. Doesn't even take the peel off.]
[There's something thin and white in the pile. A piece of paper. Blake picks it up and reads it.]
[He reads it again.]
[He sits there for a while as the teddy bear thing munches, and there's a low thrum and a shadow through the tent's wall as one of those ladybugs passes by.]
[He digs the little sewing kit out of the pile. He turns his backpack inside-out and opens up the seam at the bottom. He tucks the note in and sews it closed again.]
[By the time he's done, it occurs to him he's pretty hungry. Usually they'd be having breakfast by now. The fuzzy thing's gone through a lot of what he has already. Carter doesn't really feel like fighting it. For the crab's part, it's just watching with wide, unblinking eyes. It has a pair of mushrooms stuck to its back.]
[Carter remembers hearing those are edible.]
[VIDEO]
[Blake is sitting on a stump. He looks contemplative, and somewhat withdrawn. His beard hasn't been trimmed yet this morning. His pupils are a little too wide.]
Hey. You out there.
After a while here you figure things come and go. There's no point in bitching. You just gotta keep moving forward and keep your hooves on the ground.
I figure I might as well ask. I kept putting it off, thinking maybe I'd get home. But that's not happening anytime soon, and it has to be past by now. So if anybody here is from 2013 or so, maybe a little later, I got a question for you.
And all of you. Talk to me. [He thinks, then nods, and taps on the phone's screen.] Tell me something you'd want to know about what's going on at home. Wherever you're from. If you could find out one thing that's happened while you've been gone, what'd you ask?
[He looks out at the trees, his eyes a little glassy. He seems to forget the Gear is on. A moment later, he abruptly cuts the feed.]
[ACTION]
[If you venture down Route 39 today, you might come upon Blake staring out at the horizon, contemplatively chewing on some hay.]
((ooc: Blake's in a bit of an odd place right now...He'll be mostly coherent, but anyone who talks to him may get hallucinated into something unique. The Paras has one mushroom left, so you could also come join him on a spirit journey.))
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Hey. Your partner. Did he die?
[Delicacy isn't Blake's strong suit at the best of times.]
The sidekicks usually die...unless you were the sidekick.
[Amazement comes into Blake's voice.]
We're all somebody's sidekick.
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[Reno's cut it close, but he's still alive and kicking the last time Rude saw him back home.
...and he's pretty sure Blake's somewhat lost it when he starts rambling about sidekicks. Rude sets down the cup he was holding on the table and settles back into his chair; this might take awhile.]
You been drinking?
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[He snorts and shakes out his mane.] C'mon, what is it, ten in the morning? All I've done is have breakfast.
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[But his speech isn't slurred, so maybe Blake was telling the truth and all he'd had was breakfast.
Breakfast, huh...]
...you ate something?
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Yeah. The teddy bear ate most of everything, but the crab had some to share.
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[The two of them included.]
OK. You're sober. But you're also not yourself. You didn't eat anything you shouldn't have?
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[Or you really, really want to, and if you're a cop it's okay.]
How come everybody's giving me crap about eating a mushroom? It's healthy!
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Because they can be poisonous.
What kind of mushroom did you eat?
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...there's only one Pokemon that looks like a mushroom crab.]
Paras?
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How did you...do you guys know each other?
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[Woahkay, time to hit the Pokeballs. Which one has his Aerodactyl again...?]
I haven't seen...Paras in awhile. Which route are you at?
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[Blake tries waving his arms around like her, and they go all bendy.]
My friend left the little thing behind.
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There should still be time for shopping then.]
I'll be there in two days, maybe two days and a half. I'll see you then?
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Huh? What for? You got movies and beating up gangsters and stuff to do. I'm just out here hitched to the same ol' plow as always.
[Silence for a few seconds. Blake works this through.]
That's a metaphor.
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[He can't believe he's saying this.
Shrugging on a jacket, he calls out Aero and tells the Pokemon where they need to head to before he returns to the feed.]
Don't go anywhere.
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[There's a muffled sound as he gives the little guy a fistbump. Broclaw.]
I'm gonna stick around here. I never really appreciated camping. There's all this...air. You can smell stuff.
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[There's a blip as Rude switches the feed off. The things we do for our friends.]
((OOC: Timeskip or handwave?))
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((OOC: Handwave'll work. You want them to end up travelling together for a while or just hang out a bit?))
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