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saveyourbrain2013-08-20 05:27 pm
cava) wrote in saveyourbrain2013-08-20 05:27 pm
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LET'S [test] DRIVING
IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU
or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.
Raiel/Russel Goldman | Violinist of Hameln
[A junior at the public high school, Russel is a member of both the football team (cornerback and wide receiver) and the drama club (typecast for hammy villain roles), and he's known for being aggressively friendly and having a very intense fixation on music.]
[So intense, in fact, that if you have headphones on, he's going to start off this conversation with: ] What are you listening to?
[but if no headphones, you'll just get the classic, "Can I sit here?" instead.]
[feel free to tell him to buzz off. he's depressingly persistent.]
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but it is not a bunch of birds.
it is a woman (yes, a grown-ass woman) releasing a short war cry and jumping from the overhead, one foot up in a jump kick. she is wearing a skirt. for a split second, russel might see undies.
she lands on both feet in front of the bus stop, right in the bicycle lane of the road, both arms held out at her sides.
a pause. russel can't see it, but her eyes are closed and her lips turned up in a proud smile as she basks in her perfect landing.
then, ] I. Am. Awesome.
i'm just gonna pretend he's echoed back his ridiculous nosebleeds for this
[he hears the war cry and looks up just in time to see--
panties.]
[the nosebleed is immediate, but his realization of it is not. he is just staring at her, because who does that, and does she even realize she just flashed him, and--]
[and there is blood on his iPod screen]
AAAAH MY IPOD
[cue frantic attempt to wipe the screen clean with his shirt, followed by the realization that the blood is coming from his own nose]
OH MY GOD HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN
[he shoves one hand over his nose to keep it from dripping, and holds the iPod up out of the way with the other]
[there's blood smeared all over the screen and he has to clean it off but he also has to keep his nose covered so he won't drip more blood all over it but he only has two hands so he can't do both at once and this is the most difficult decision he has ever had to make]
Re: i'm just gonna pretend he's echoed back his ridiculous nosebleeds for this
her eyes go wide. she looks more shocked than disgusted (but a little disgusted). ]
Holy crap! What's wrong with you? Did you get into a fight or something?
[ notice how she's keeping a safe distance and offering exactly zero assistance. ]
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[instead of being concerned that his nose is bleeding or, like, any reaction a reasonable person might have, he instead gets embarrassed and defensive.]
[he points accusingly at her with the blood-smeared iPod in hand]
Wh-who just goes around flashing teenage boys like some kind of perverted weirdo?! What's wrong with you?!
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she jabs her finger in his direction, pointing just as accusingly. ]
Everyone knows teenage boys are perverts! You're the weirdo!
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SH-SHUT UP!! You're the weirdo!! What kind of person jumps off a bus stop into a bike lane?! Don't you know you could get hit standing there?! At least land on the sidewalk like a sensible person!
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Don't tell me to shut up! You're the pervert who looked up my skirt and now you're bleeding all over the place!
[ she sharply gasps, then speedily backs up, apparently oblivious to the fact that this puts her in the right lane. ]
Is that some kind of disease? Is it contagious? Am I gonna die?!
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[and then suddenly serious as he realizes she's just backed up right into the potential flow of traffic]
H-hey! Don't just stand there! That's dangerous!
[he darts out and grabs her arm to drag her up onto the sidewalk]
[with his bloody hand]
[because he can't exactly grab her with the hand that's holding his iPod, can he?]
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throwing her free hand in a punch!!
oddly enough, it is not position like a typical punch, but sideways as if she's accustomed to holding something in her fist that acts as the object of impact rather than her fist itself. ]
Don't touch me! I don't wanna die of tuber locusts or bloody mary or whatever it is you have!
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[he sways with the momentum of the blow]
[the iPod falls from his fingers]
[time seems to slow. for a fleeting moment, it looks like the headphone cord might save it from an untimely doom, but the jack pops out instead.]
[it hits the ground]
[bounces once]
[stops.]
[the world goes deathly still.]
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..........
..........
..........)
a car honks and whizzes by. ]
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[the most mournful of wails. Russel falls to his knees and sniffles as he tenderly retrieves the broken husk of his dearest of possessions]
[a screech of brakes as another driver swerves away from the right lane, flipping them off as he drives past.]
[Russel is too consumed by grief to notice. he flops over in the street, holding the iPod to his chest] How could such tragedy befall one as pure and beautiful as my precious Clara...?
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Uh... I dunno who you're talking to, but you should probably get out of the road before you get hit.
[ WHY DO YOU THINK HE'S THERE, MADELINE ]
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[he rolls over onto his back and fishes for the headphone cord, plugging it back in. that's...that's how clara would've wanted it...]
[an occasion as tragic as this demands an equally tragic song. he scrolls through the iPod library purely out of habit in search of something fitting]
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[sits up. holds up the iPod and points to it with a grin] Never mind, it's not broken after all!
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madeline is just about ready to leave him there when a car pulls over. the drivers runs out and kneels by russel, misunderstanding his bloody state.
person: ] Hey, are you alright? Can you stand? Do you want me to call nine-one-one?
[ the person looks up at madeline, who guiltily shrinks back a bit.
person: ] Did you see what happened?
[ madeline: ] Uhhhhhh.......... [ (Oh, crap, I better get out of here!) ]
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[nervous laugh] No, no, I'm fine--haha, don't worry about me--! [he hops to his feet and dusts himself off]
[and
his hands are still covered in blood
which he realizes, horrified, only after he sees that he's smeared it all over his jeans]
[d-disaster...]
[he gives the kind stranger a very nervous smile, holds his hand over his nose as though that might cover up the evidence (it doesn't), backs up onto the sidewalk, and gives him a wave as if to say 'yes good-bye please move on there is nothing to see here']
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stranger: ] It looks like you lost a lot of blood...?
[ meanwhile madeline is slowly inching away. ]
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[dead-eyed smile. PLEASE LEAVE THIS IS VERY EMBARRASSING]
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dang, it's real quiet on the Madeline front. why is that? ]