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snowblindrpg2018-04-02 05:37 pm
sharktrash) wrote in snowblindrpg2018-04-02 05:37 pm
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[log] don't let there be a replacement with better hair [closed]
Characters: Harley, Squalo, Nicole
Location: 326
Date: Day 344 evening/night
Summary: hairbrush date takes a twisted turn, probably.
Warnings: we expect violence later, especially toward vulnerable dude parts
326: A fairly large building labeled Norfinbury High School. All the windows are blacked out. The lights here work, but you wouldn't know at first--they only turn on when someone is in the hallway or in the room, but lack of attention means it can take anywhere between thirty seconds to a minute before they actually respond. The hallways seem to stretch, the shadows seem to shiver. Each door is decorated with a prophet symbol, and the walls are covered in graffiti honoring the prophet and talking about killing sinners. Sometimes the doors rattle as you pass, or someone knocks on the other side.
A couple of classrooms still look normal enough, except for the black and red prophet tapestries adorning the walls and covering the windows. Still, the desks are in order, there's a board at the front, and they look like you'd expect out of a high school classroom. The front office, too, looks normal, as if it was actually used for administration--though, of course, there's no sign of the computers that must have been there.
The nurse's office, meanwhile, seems to have been converted to a surgical unit. There's long-dried blood everywhere, as if no one ever bothered to clean up. Indeed, footprints can be seen scattered around, implying people just wandered through while the blood was still wet. It looks like some people were even barefoot. The cafeteria has had all its tables attached to the walls, some covering the windows. The chairs are scattered around, some knocked over and some sitting quietly. There's no food to be found here. The library has been emptied of books, and all the shelves turned to face the wall, with eye symbols drawn on their exposed backs. The gymnasium has had its floor cut into, with eye marks carved all over. There are bleachers, but they're stuck closed, so it would be difficult to open them.
As for the rest of the classrooms? They're filled with thick blackness. Going inside causes all the symptoms of suffocation, and any light shone or brought in is immediately swallowed up.
"ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAYS TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN, TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT, TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on one of the walls in the hallway.
Location: 326
Date: Day 344 evening/night
Summary: hairbrush date takes a twisted turn, probably.
Warnings: we expect violence later, especially toward vulnerable dude parts
326: A fairly large building labeled Norfinbury High School. All the windows are blacked out. The lights here work, but you wouldn't know at first--they only turn on when someone is in the hallway or in the room, but lack of attention means it can take anywhere between thirty seconds to a minute before they actually respond. The hallways seem to stretch, the shadows seem to shiver. Each door is decorated with a prophet symbol, and the walls are covered in graffiti honoring the prophet and talking about killing sinners. Sometimes the doors rattle as you pass, or someone knocks on the other side.
A couple of classrooms still look normal enough, except for the black and red prophet tapestries adorning the walls and covering the windows. Still, the desks are in order, there's a board at the front, and they look like you'd expect out of a high school classroom. The front office, too, looks normal, as if it was actually used for administration--though, of course, there's no sign of the computers that must have been there.
The nurse's office, meanwhile, seems to have been converted to a surgical unit. There's long-dried blood everywhere, as if no one ever bothered to clean up. Indeed, footprints can be seen scattered around, implying people just wandered through while the blood was still wet. It looks like some people were even barefoot. The cafeteria has had all its tables attached to the walls, some covering the windows. The chairs are scattered around, some knocked over and some sitting quietly. There's no food to be found here. The library has been emptied of books, and all the shelves turned to face the wall, with eye symbols drawn on their exposed backs. The gymnasium has had its floor cut into, with eye marks carved all over. There are bleachers, but they're stuck closed, so it would be difficult to open them.
As for the rest of the classrooms? They're filled with thick blackness. Going inside causes all the symptoms of suffocation, and any light shone or brought in is immediately swallowed up.
"ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAYS TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN, TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT, TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on one of the walls in the hallway.
meeting up;
[ He'd made the plans a few days ago, when he was intent on reaching his... not so much of a friend, and taking something from her - not the case anymore, and he actually finds the idea a little repulsive - and it would've seemed too out of the blue to just up and cancel or ask for rearrangements now. Especially when he had another thing he couldn't blame on the town that was probably best Harley didn't hear about. ]
[ Well, he still had the hairbrush, and that was as good as an excuse as any. He still gives them a long-suffering look when he spots them. ]
Did it really have to be this place?
THE HAIRBRUSH SAGA
That guy totally ripped me off, but so worth it. 'Lright, two hours are yours.
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Two hours! I will treat it like it was my own child, if my own child was a hairbrush.
[She hums a few notes as she brushes, then:]
Bet it takes you even longer than that, huh? I'm sure you didn't get no help from Mr. J neither.
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Well, depends how long it's been. First brushing took fucking ages and I needed help to start with. [ There's a slight twitch in his face like the beginning of a frown but he shifts it into a grin instead. ] Don't be ridiculous, like I'd turn my back on him.
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Dangerous, and yet the only way to be the little spoon... [Harley muses aloud, mostly to herself.] But ya musta eventually, when ya left. Was he mad?
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I mean, probably. [ Judging from the yelling and all, he didn't exactly see it. ] Kinda slipped away while he was... preoccupied. [ indisposed, more like. ] Why'd you wanna know? I thought you two were on a break.
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Yeah, that ain't working.]
So did he talk about me a lot? A little? At all?
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[ Is she really just playing hard to get after all? And there he'd almost believed her for a while. ]
[ ...oh hey. ]
Yeah, actually. Did you see that call-out on the network? That's just the fucking tip of the iceberg. He didn't fucking shut up for a moment, all about you and how much he needed you back. But... [ a momentary pause as if he hesitates to bring it up, though honestly he's just doing it for dramatic effect; ] After that didn't work, I guess he gave up a little bit. You know how it goes. Talk less, look worse, walk slower...
[ SOUNDS LIKE HE GOT MORE SICK AND MISERABLE DOESN'T IT ]
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Is that why he didn't actually kill nobody? [Because although she had considered that a romantic gesture, it was practically nullified by his lack of follow-through. She couldn't believe that he really wanted her back. Worry creeps into her voice.] He's gettin' sicker?
And you left him like that?
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[ SHRUGS. pretty much exact rendition of this tbh. look he likes you but that doesn't mean he's going to be careful with his feelings. ]
Dunno if it was that bad, though, more like we didn't really run into anyone. Could've killed me for a good start, I guess. Didn't. Hey, maybe I've found my way into his heart after all.
[ squalo you are so not helping ]
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It musta been that bad. People don't just end up in his heart!! I know, I'm there. Like, prime real estate there.
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[ got out of where, Squalo ]
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The basement. Remember that cozy lil place under the coffin?
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[ hahahahahha ]
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Hey, he had all these goddamn red lines all over 'im. I might've put him in a little time-out.
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You trapped him in?!?!
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Well, yeah. Hey, at least I didn't steal a lock of his hair. People were doing that.
[ Yeah he's totally blaming the event. Because wanting to take something from someone and going through the elaborate thought and action process to Cask of Amontillado somebody is such a small leap. ]
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[That's it, she's going in for the
killcrotch shot. RIP to this dick's dick.]HE BETTER BE OKAY OR I'M SHAVIN' YOU BALD, BUDDY!
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[ GO BACK TO YOUR BOYFRIEND ALREADY this whole thing has dragged on too long and all either of you talks about is each other. Okay, maybe not quite, but Squalo's perception on relationships is particularly skewed. ]
[ Why is she holding that brush like this -- ]
LIKE HELL YOU W--
[ Yeah. Down for the count. It's a one-shot. He doubles over and sinks to the floor in agony, probably also screeching in outrage because he was never one to hold back on yelling and what's a better time to yell than getting punched in the dick by a spiky accessory. ]
[ It's gonna take him a minute or two to recover enough to glare up at her.
Also giving her enough time to call Wilson if she'd like.]