Theo Crawford (
sanctus_dei) wrote2010-08-09 10:13 pm
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19th Resurrection - Drunk. Again.
[Ladies and gentleman, good people of Mayfield: Theo Crawford is drunk. Drunker than the skinny little lightweight has ever been in his young life. Sure, he liked alcohol before he got into town, especially a good wine. But Mayfield has pushed him into some places mentally where wine seemed to make thing seem a whole lot more pleasant. The more wine, the less Mayfield irritated him. Well, sometimes.
He's also drunk to the point where he's a gotten whiny, and hopelessly lost. After leaving the bar - hurry Theo, before Shizuo comes in for his shift - and taking a few wrong turns, Theo has gotten completely lost in the residential area.
So, be treated to one very drunk, very cranky, very whiny teenager wandering around. He's on your lawn, staring and squinting at your house and mailbox, wondering if it's the right one. He might have even opened the door and stumbled in before realizing this isn't the right place. At one point he's accompanied by his two undead crows, who caw and chatter at him, and who he speaks with.]
IT'S NOT MY FAULT. Why did ANYONE ever think building towns like this was a good thing. Honestly. It's fuckin' nauseating and if I ever make it home, I'm fuckin' burning down the first suburb I see. You can take that shit to the bank.
[The crow on his shoulder chitters something at him.]
Well YEAH. You're some kinda... freaky Mayfield drone crow. Even after I turned you. You're just a stupid bird. Of COURSE you like this place.
Stupid bird. Which way is the house?!
He's also drunk to the point where he's a gotten whiny, and hopelessly lost. After leaving the bar - hurry Theo, before Shizuo comes in for his shift - and taking a few wrong turns, Theo has gotten completely lost in the residential area.
So, be treated to one very drunk, very cranky, very whiny teenager wandering around. He's on your lawn, staring and squinting at your house and mailbox, wondering if it's the right one. He might have even opened the door and stumbled in before realizing this isn't the right place. At one point he's accompanied by his two undead crows, who caw and chatter at him, and who he speaks with.]
IT'S NOT MY FAULT. Why did ANYONE ever think building towns like this was a good thing. Honestly. It's fuckin' nauseating and if I ever make it home, I'm fuckin' burning down the first suburb I see. You can take that shit to the bank.
[The crow on his shoulder chitters something at him.]
Well YEAH. You're some kinda... freaky Mayfield drone crow. Even after I turned you. You're just a stupid bird. Of COURSE you like this place.
Stupid bird. Which way is the house?!
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[One of the two hangs back on its master's shoulder, but the braver one hops closer to get a better look at you. Its eyes are milky and its feather look dry, but otherwise it's in pretty good shape.]
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[Lyn crouches down a bit, studying the crow. Then he pulls out a pen from somewhere - he's always hiding various small objects on his person somewhere - and pokes at the crow with it a bit. Not using his finger because he has no immediate plans for getting bitten by a zombie crow, thanks.]
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[The crow doesn't exactly accept being poked. Once you do, it caws at you, annoyed, flapping its wings.]
I'd appreciate it if you didn't fucking prod at it like that.
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[Lyn pokes the crow again. It's practically compulsory.] 'S not like I'm hurting it. It's just a pen. Oh, yeah, and it's already fucking dead. [What can he say, this is mildly entertaining/interesting.]
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Piss it off enough and it might attack you. Crows are fond of eyes, you know.
And you're close. Necromancer is a better term for it though.
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...okay, so a necromancer, whatever. What's a drunk necromancer doing staggering all over my lawn? If I was hammered and could raise the fuckin' dead, I'd have way more fun things to do than this.
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[He looks around, swaying on his feet.] ... and I have no fucking clue where I am. I hate this goddamn rat maze of a town.
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And I just told you where you are - on my lawn. [Normally Lyn would be sounding more annoyed by this, but he finds Theo vaguely interesting.]
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Yeah, wiseguy, but what street? They all look the goddamn same!
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I don't fucking know. I'm new here. [He looks up and down the street; he hasn't ventured far from his house yet.] And this place sucks. [This is added in a matter-of-fact, 'for the record' sort of way.]
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Yeah, tell me somethin' I don't know. This place is a hellhole. Fuck it. Now where the fuck is Brady Lane.
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How should I know? Guess you could stay here until you sober up, though. [beat] If you hook me up with some booze, maybe.
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I don't got any booze on me now. I was at the bar. Got some at home. If I could fucking find it.
[The crows caw something at him.] Oh, what do YOU know.
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[There is a considering pause.] Okay, so...if I take you back to your place, is there booze in it for me? They'd say I was too young to drink here, even though I'm way older than I look, so I either gotta steal it or get it from somebody who doesn't give a fuck.
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…I'm only 19, old enough for this town to be married, have a 17-year-old daughter, and have a job, but apparently not old enough to drink. I have a hell of a time getting booze, especially if that blonde asshole is working at the bar. I'm even running low at home, since the drone wife was replaced. She was useful for something, at least.
…yeah, why the fuck not. But I'll warn you, all the booze here is crap. Who the hell are you anyway?
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...that's weird as fuck. How the hell do they do math here?
Name's Lyn. [He pauses, but - well, the guy's a necromancer and drunk off his ass, so fuck it.] I'm supposed to be a demon.
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Theo.
[At the mention of the word "demon", he looks momentarily perplexed, then squints at you, sizing you up.] A demon. Lovely.
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What, you got a problem with demons?
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Hnn. Somehow I doubt you're the same kind of demon where I'm from.
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Yeah? What kind of demons have you got?
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[He sighs.] Whatever. Fuck. I don't care. I've gotta find my house sometime. [He'll try to start moving again, but it involves a lot of swaying and weaving that he doesn't seem to notice quite yet.]
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