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thechanged2013-09-03 04:12 am
armedanddangerous) wrote in thechanged2013-09-03 04:12 am
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let's break some shit | day 4 afternoon [open]
It's been days now since he found himself stranded here. In that span of time, Squawky Man has only managed to grow more frustrated, more irritated, and more desperate to get some kind of grip on the situation. He's been searching the house for anything that might be of help, but so far has turned up with nothing.
Enough was enough. If the obvious tactics weren't doing any good, he was going to have to resort to more drastic measures. He's only met one being so far who had any idea what was going on, and he intends to make use of that. He stands at the top of one of the larger staircases, hand resting on the banister near a large vase of flowers, and yells sharply toward the center of the room, "Mason!" And in a more level (though still quite irritated) tone of voice, "I have some questions that need answering. If you don't want to cooperate, then..." He lifts his hand to the side of the vase and gives it a quick shove over the railing. A few seconds later, it shatters against the floor of the hall. "Too bad about the interior decorating." He smirks. "Got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he snatches up a nearby lamp and smashes it against the wall. He proceeds like this through the house, tearing down curtains, kicking aside any moveable objects at his feet, and leaving a trail of damaged furniture in his wake.
Enough was enough. If the obvious tactics weren't doing any good, he was going to have to resort to more drastic measures. He's only met one being so far who had any idea what was going on, and he intends to make use of that. He stands at the top of one of the larger staircases, hand resting on the banister near a large vase of flowers, and yells sharply toward the center of the room, "Mason!" And in a more level (though still quite irritated) tone of voice, "I have some questions that need answering. If you don't want to cooperate, then..." He lifts his hand to the side of the vase and gives it a quick shove over the railing. A few seconds later, it shatters against the floor of the hall. "Too bad about the interior decorating." He smirks. "Got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he snatches up a nearby lamp and smashes it against the wall. He proceeds like this through the house, tearing down curtains, kicking aside any moveable objects at his feet, and leaving a trail of damaged furniture in his wake.
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It's not until she sees a somewhat familiar face among the wreckage of some innocent ceramics that her heart sinks and she rushes forward to try and get a grip on his hand.
"What are you doing? Stop that, that's mean!"
It's hard to keep to a quiet shout, and it comes out more as a hiss, and just short of being nearly as imposing as she hoped.
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Squawky Man snatches his hand away from the oncoming girl, and he's halfway to attacking her before he realizes that quiet voice is a little familiar. In a place where very few things are familiar, that causes him to hesitate long enough to realize that she's not a threat as he'd initially assumed - the memory of being stabbed in the back has him on high guard against enemies - just a nuisance.
So instead he laughs and less than delicately attempts to shove her out of his way. "Does it look like I care?"
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She doesn't mean to shout, and she doesn't realize she's going it at first. When she does, she almost regrets it, and she clamps her mouth shut, but her face is fixed with a stern glare. He kind of deserves it for breaking things with no apparent reason.
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"The house is the only thing around here that seems to know anything," he replies in a haughty tone of voice. "I'm just giving it some reasons to start talking."
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