Clover Duck (
noluckduck) wrote2011-12-15 10:43 pm
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002 ❖ Starting to crack. Just a little.
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Right, I've been here a week and I'm pretty sure I've got a good idea o' how this hellhole works. Or shit, at least I thought I did before this power cut business. Follow my logic here, alright?
This town is the fuckin' incarnation of a thousand horror movie clichés. If you're... shit, I dunno, a fairy or a leprechaun or somethin' that doesn't have movies, trust me on this one. So, there's the drones, right? Basically brainwashed hivemind zombies, yeah? Yeah. And I was pretty damn sure that whoever stayed here long enough turned into one of them, because that is the perfect goddamn cheesy Twilight Zone twist.
But fuck, now there's power cuts and they're malfunctionin' like crazy?
Maybe they're androids.
[Action: Mayfield High]
[Clover figures they've got to be about to go on Christmas break, what with how normal this place pretends to be, but that doesn't make her hate being at school any less. Particularly without a certain someone.
It's lunchtime, and she's sitting alone at a table. At least until some generic drone girls approach her and engage in conversation.
She mumbles something in response.]
What was that, honey? You don't have to be shy!
I said FUCK OFF!
[The drone girls gasp!
Then one freezes in place, and the other drops to the floor.
Good enough.]
Right, I've been here a week and I'm pretty sure I've got a good idea o' how this hellhole works. Or shit, at least I thought I did before this power cut business. Follow my logic here, alright?
This town is the fuckin' incarnation of a thousand horror movie clichés. If you're... shit, I dunno, a fairy or a leprechaun or somethin' that doesn't have movies, trust me on this one. So, there's the drones, right? Basically brainwashed hivemind zombies, yeah? Yeah. And I was pretty damn sure that whoever stayed here long enough turned into one of them, because that is the perfect goddamn cheesy Twilight Zone twist.
But fuck, now there's power cuts and they're malfunctionin' like crazy?
Maybe they're androids.
[Action: Mayfield High]
[Clover figures they've got to be about to go on Christmas break, what with how normal this place pretends to be, but that doesn't make her hate being at school any less. Particularly without a certain someone.
It's lunchtime, and she's sitting alone at a table. At least until some generic drone girls approach her and engage in conversation.
She mumbles something in response.]
What was that, honey? You don't have to be shy!
I said FUCK OFF!
[The drone girls gasp!
Then one freezes in place, and the other drops to the floor.
Good enough.]

Action ☆ High School
[ And here comes Satou to the rescue! ... stepping over the fallen drone in favor of Clover, for the moment. ]
A-are you okay?
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[ She looks down at the drones and frowns with concern. ] That one fell over like a bowling pin... um... Strike~? [ Bad joke, Satou, bad joke. ] ... Sorry.
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... I didn't do that, by the way.
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Seems like they never do.
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You should have seen Halloween.
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shakes fist at LJ
darn that goat
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At Savatthi. There the Blessed One said: "From an inconstruable beginning comes transmigration. A beginning point is not evident, though beings hindered by ignorance and fettered by craving are transmigrating and wandering on. When you see someone who has fallen on hard times, overwhelmed with hard times, you should conclude: 'We, too, have experienced just this sort of thing in the course of that long, long time.'
"Why is that? From an inconstruable beginning comes transmigration. A beginning point is not evident, though beings hindered by ignorance and fettered by craving are transmigrating and wandering on. Long have you thus experienced stress, experienced pain, experienced loss, swelling the cemeteries -- enough to become disenchanted with all fabricated things, enough to become dispassionate, enough to be released."
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Think I'll pass.
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