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25th Teddy Bear [Voice/Action][TWO DAYS]
[[Nighttime; June 23rd]]
[Elicia had had a tough week.
Shuffle, shuffle—the sound of turning blankets and small feet moving back and forth through them. She's been rolling in her sleep for a few minutes now, flipping her hidden journal into a little book tepee, while it records the buzzing air and soft incoherent murmurings of a child dreaming. They're not happy dreams, after a while, and it takes but a moment before she's wide awake and horrified and crawling under her blankets with her mouth in a shaky near-crying line. The journal. That's right.
She reaches over and opens it up all the way, unable to see anything in the dark. Her voice is watery and lined with a sort of innocent, hurt desperation when she speaks.]
[Voice]
Please tell me a story. I wanna hear stories, if anyone... wants to talk... I like them a lot. I—I promise I'll go back to sleep, but I just wanna hear one...
[Pretty, pretty please...
But despite stories, sometime in the night, she rises up from her bed and patter-pitters quickly into her parents' room. Scary, they're too scary—and they could be real. Because she's seen scary real things like it before. And the last thing she wanted was a blue-eyed woman slowly creaking out of her closet, like she kept imagining, over and over and over again...]
[[Daytime; June 24th]]
[It was a cold snap, today. Elicia wore her poofy pink jacket for the occasion. Truth be told, she's had a very tiring night of trying to sleep, and she'd failed at it fairly well. There were a mesh-up of things. Scary things. She didn't want to draw any of them, so she decided on focusing her attention to playing. By the end of her short-lived playtime outside, she's laying on her arm on the front steps of her house, the fake pink sword Law gave her still clamped in her hand.
A good nap. There was nothing scary... Just good. That was important. It's a good thing children bounce back well enough, even if only for a while, because she's got a content air about her later on in the day. Anyone who wants to visit, now's a great time to; she'll be drawing funny circles all over the ground outside with a stick. Clapping her hands and smacking them. And nothing happens. :|
But she sure as hell is pretending something's happening.]
Bam!! Now you can't stand against my dirt alchemy!! [throws dirt up with her hands at her big teddy bear >:^(
HA, screw you, teddy, you've got dirt on your head!]
You'd better give up soon, or else I'll have to use my water attack next!!
[AND THEN YOU'LL BE MUDDY!!!]
((ooc: Just make it clear which day you're replying to and all that. I have faith in you. |Db))
[Elicia had had a tough week.
Shuffle, shuffle—the sound of turning blankets and small feet moving back and forth through them. She's been rolling in her sleep for a few minutes now, flipping her hidden journal into a little book tepee, while it records the buzzing air and soft incoherent murmurings of a child dreaming. They're not happy dreams, after a while, and it takes but a moment before she's wide awake and horrified and crawling under her blankets with her mouth in a shaky near-crying line. The journal. That's right.
She reaches over and opens it up all the way, unable to see anything in the dark. Her voice is watery and lined with a sort of innocent, hurt desperation when she speaks.]
[Voice]
Please tell me a story. I wanna hear stories, if anyone... wants to talk... I like them a lot. I—I promise I'll go back to sleep, but I just wanna hear one...
[Pretty, pretty please...
But despite stories, sometime in the night, she rises up from her bed and patter-pitters quickly into her parents' room. Scary, they're too scary—and they could be real. Because she's seen scary real things like it before. And the last thing she wanted was a blue-eyed woman slowly creaking out of her closet, like she kept imagining, over and over and over again...]
[[Daytime; June 24th]]
[It was a cold snap, today. Elicia wore her poofy pink jacket for the occasion. Truth be told, she's had a very tiring night of trying to sleep, and she'd failed at it fairly well. There were a mesh-up of things. Scary things. She didn't want to draw any of them, so she decided on focusing her attention to playing. By the end of her short-lived playtime outside, she's laying on her arm on the front steps of her house, the fake pink sword Law gave her still clamped in her hand.
A good nap. There was nothing scary... Just good. That was important. It's a good thing children bounce back well enough, even if only for a while, because she's got a content air about her later on in the day. Anyone who wants to visit, now's a great time to; she'll be drawing funny circles all over the ground outside with a stick. Clapping her hands and smacking them. And nothing happens. :|
But she sure as hell is pretending something's happening.]
Bam!! Now you can't stand against my dirt alchemy!! [throws dirt up with her hands at her big teddy bear >:^(
HA, screw you, teddy, you've got dirt on your head!]
You'd better give up soon, or else I'll have to use my water attack next!!
[AND THEN YOU'LL BE MUDDY!!!]
((ooc: Just make it clear which day you're replying to and all that. I have faith in you. |Db))
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Don't you have one of those... pop up books or something? Kids still got those right?
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But I already read it lots of times. I read it a lot when I can't sleep, or for when I get scared.
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Alright. Then I'll tell you a different story. The story about a weak puny human named Banner
[And here we go.]
When Banner was little he had an angry Dad. A Dad who always mistreated him. The only memories he can even remember of him are bad ones with screaming or yelling. It seemed like nothing he could ever do was good enough.
Once Banner got older he became weak. He let people push him around and bully him, barely bothering to do anything about it. But see, he was smart. He kept his nose in books. And over time he became one of the smartest people. Smarter than anyone you'd ever meet. He could do anything. He could cure diseases or stop hunger if he really wanted to.
You know what he decided to do?
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[38^U]
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He didn't care that his boss treated him like dirt. Or that barely anything had changed since he was younger. He only typed away day after day using his science and his brains to make his precious bombs.
But one day when he was testing one of his bombs a boy ran out into the testing area. He panicked. Amazing how he didn't want his bomb to do the very thing he made it to do in the first place. He ran out and pushed the boy into a ditch, saving him. But he got caught in the blast himself.
He should've died. He didn't. The stuff he put in the bomb twisted his DNA and reformed him. It changed him into the very thing his Dad told him he was since he was a kid. The thing he already became when he made his first bomb.
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[There's a small, choked sob, before she closes the journal and hides under her sheets, far from sleep.]
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Oh oops. That story really wasn't for kids was it? Um. Wow he probably should have... told her the story about the ugly duckling or something.]
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