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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 6:28:18 GMT -8
Well... Let's say he slapped the radio in Micah's hand and left him guarding the roof. At any rate, Micah sees the fight end and receives the "Back door here. I assumed the post from Columbo. Um... The guy got in OK, he's injured maybe. Everyone else just got scratches. Pretty good fight. The building is secure." Got that, Indea?
Anyhow, things are in disarray enough you could just ditch the post if you felt like it, or pass the radio off to someone in the comm center and tell 'em you aren't up to it.
Ashley didn't make it down to the fight, getting held up more than once by people being confused and whatnot. He basically gets downstairs with his small posse in time to call the whole thing off.
Then to whatever! Peace!
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 25, 2012 7:01:47 GMT -8
He has one useful arm, he's probably not fighting, but he would have tried to get more people after passing off to Micah.
I know for sure nothing became of it but he would have tried to back up his team.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 19:31:35 GMT -8
Yes indeed! I guess we went riding like Paul Revere, and it proved a bit excessive. But a good idea, just in case. And then shits was all back to normal! Except as noted. Offer void in Alaska and New Jersey.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 17:17:47 GMT -8
Bryce ran to the alley side of the roof, ignoring Jonah on guard duty. Jonah came up behind him. Jonah- "Hey, what's going on? I just noticed the guys got back.."
Bryce- "Can't talk. They're gonna run back and do something stupid."
Jonah- "Oh? That's right, can't talk. I'll... leave you to it." It took a moment, but several runners emerged from the back entrance, and run they did. Bryce watched them disappear on to Terry Avenue, and waited for them to come back into sight. They passed through his field of vision briefly, and then were gone again.Great! He stood at the edge of the roof, waiting, his mind racing.Here we go again... Monsters unknown. Is it gonna be a bullet-proof muscle zombie? What the fuck Seth? Can't handle this can't handle this can't handle this... He thought of the people, running off into danger at the art school. He saw them bust down the door, run right in, the ghost of Andy Warhol with a hand missing shot a bunch of blood at the out of the stump. Maybe it was Jackson Pollock. Motherfucker... It kills on contact. They all turn into ghosts. Probably like, end up in a painting. Like an episode of Scooby Doo or something. Crazy bastards. Bet Seth and Anna worked together at Crazy Motherfucker & Robinson studios. He continued to spin crazy scenarios, alternately cursing Seth's name and pre-emptively mourning him. He eventually dropped to his knees and leaned on the edge of the roof, peering over like a little Kilroy.
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 17:35:33 GMT -8
Dr. Victor crept up the stairwell on the south side of the building, announcing his presence with a loud slurp of the cooling coffee. He moved slowly towards the pair of men, watching Jonah separate from Bryce's side. A puzzled look slid over his face when the boy dropped to his knees, and the good doctor snorted. Finding religion at the end of days?Moving up to the youth, he made his approach a little louder than necessary. He crouched down to his level, gazing at the warriors as they took to the streets. "You doing okay, Bryce? Bryce..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 17:39:48 GMT -8
Bryce turned just briefly at the sound of the Doctor's voice, and then went back to watching the streets below. Bryce- "Huh? Y-yeah. They're going out. Even after last night. Some building full of monsters to save strangers. I don't get it... They're gonna die."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 18:02:01 GMT -8
Dr. Victor sucked down more black vitriol shrugging a little. He didn't mind staring at the back of his hair to communicate; the facial looks of the scared child would always promote the need to exert some form of power over him. This way, he could pretend it was someone else. Even... well, he could at least try and treat him like someone who needed someone to talk this through. Right, like Dr. Victor would be the one to talk to. No time like the present to try and build more bonds, right?"They are going to do what they think is right... and I might have gone with them if I had been asked. It sounds crazy, but I'm not one to go and rescue strangers... I made that clear earlier. But, there's somethings that have happened which have changed my mind a little. All we have left in this world are people now... and we can't ignore that need." He squatted down, into a seated position, his knees creaking a little as he shifted. "You look like you don't want to talk about it. Well, can I have your ear to listen?" Bryce- "Eh..."
He wondered if he should wait for a snarky remark, but spoke anyways. "I came up here the other day to stare out at the sky and really look at what I've done with my life. And it was pretty much a shit choice; I became so confined in my job that I lost the woman I loved. --" Bryce- (Biggest eyebrow arch in the universe.)
"I can't go and fix that now by calling her on the phone. I can't go and let those thoughts in my head hold me back and keep me a conniving angry man." "I won't let whatever is going through my brain be the reason what we have here in this building will fail. And I did that by helping a person I had no idea about. And I'll keep doing that because it is the right thing to do. She was my world, and I won't have the peace I thought I'd have." Bryce- "Well, that's pretty intense bro. I uh, it's hard to think right now. I'm just-- my head is full of Frankenstein monsters ripping our homies apart."
"Bryce, I don't mean to ramble, but, if there is anything I can tell you, even if it just makes you less worried, ask. I asked you before and you looked like you were going to jump out of your skin." Bryce looked at Dr. Victor, probably for the first time, in a way that recognized his humanity, but he probably didn't have a very high opinion of humanity.
Bryce- "I think I'm as good as I can be, given the circumstances, but thanks."
Then he whipped his head back to the direction of Cornish, and the nothing that he could see.
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 18:29:28 GMT -8
Dr. Victor looked down at his mug, then held it out towards Bryce. "Want some? I doubt it will really help with anything but it's all I have right now." Bryce thought immediately of a lazy-eyed weirdo at the bus station offering a canteen of unknown contents, but didn't say anything about it.
Bryce- "Nah, you should drink that. I mean, it's all you got, right?"
"Anyways, you should just verbalize your thoughts."
Bryce- "No one ever accused me of having tact."
"I'm serious. Give it a voice and listen to it. Sometimes, if you say it out loud it puts it into perspective. Care to give it a try?" He leaned back, setting the mug on the edge of the roof.
Bryce- "Do we gotta?"
"Linda working at the community center would probably be gone in seconds by a ghost... she had a thing for stubbornness... she fell down a pit on level three and landed in a spike trap. Linda got blown up by a creeper because she thought she could rehabilitate it, screaming my name as her house falls around her in clumps of planks, dirt and gravel... You play Minecraft, Bryce? Very addictive."
Bryce- "That's what verbalized thoughts sound like? I had no idea. I guess what's going on in my head isn't thought. That's just as well, thinking is over-rated."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 18:50:56 GMT -8
Dr. Victor chuckled, shaking his head. He felt his tone shifting into something less dangerous, but pursued this angle of communication as a means of intervention. Maybe he needed to hear what the black and white truth was? "No, probably not. I wanted to give you a springboard to jump from. You think you're the only person who has a level head in this building. You think the most dramatic scenes about what might be going on out there because you don't want to think of what actually might be going on out there. Your ability to have irrational thoughts is a defense mechanism to prevent the real from getting in. Bryce- "Bzzt. Wrong. I don't actually find myself to be terribly rational. What's next?"
"You're not the smartest, but you're clever. You've gotten a lot of what you want by using your wits. And it is that wit that's holding you back. You don't want to get up and face things because it is easier to pretend you have no desires about anything than to face what is bothering you. You are worried about the others not because you care of even really like many of them, but because you don't want to be alone like you were four days ago. You had an accidental overdose on pills because you thought you were smarter than the pills and prescribers. You probably had an idea to cruise through college but really just want someone to latch onto to carry you through because you think..." "Because you think you don't deserve anything better for yourself... because you don't matter enough." Bryce- "Oh so very wrong. It could be interesting to see what someone else imagines is going on in here, but I'm finding it difficult to be interested right now..."
He scratched at his sleeve, tugging at the bandage. "Tell me when I get close." Bryce- "It's really more simple than all that, and probably not worth thinking that hard about. Hey, do you think there's Frankensteins out there? ...In your medical opinion."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 19:10:26 GMT -8
Dr. Victor frowned, shaking his head. "Bryce, you can deny all you want whatever it is or even take pride in how wrong I am. I know you're bright enough to know what I'm getting at." He stood up, sitting on the edge of the roof and moving his head lower, like an inquisitive owl. The good doctor tried to move in line of Bryce's fictitious stare." "Bryce, what are you really worried about?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 19:17:49 GMT -8
He returned Victor's stare, starting to look a little cranky himself. Bryce- "...'Cause I'm in like with Seth. We totally boned, dude. I'm like... I dunno. Am I entitled to be worried sometimes? Right now, those guys are down there gettin' torn to pieces by Frankensteins, and we're just up here yammering away. I can't handle it..." He shook his head, eyeballs bugged out, exasperated. He got up and moved to the south east corner of the roof, wedging himself into the corner, Kilroy-ing it up over the edge again, crumpling into a tiny ball with his knees tucked up to his body and his pale hands wrapped around the edge of the concrete.
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 19:32:32 GMT -8
Dr. Victor was a little stunned by the response, unmoving at first at Bryce's departure. He shot a very confused look at Jonah, and then scooped up his coffee for some deep thought drinking. Striding, he moved again next to Bryce, sitting against the wall he was leering over, almost as bunched up as he was. "It's okay to be worried, but you aren't just worried. Does he know about the way you feel? Does he reciprocate it?" Bryce- "Takes two to bone, doesn't it?"
"You can be as upset as you want but you're only torturing yourself in doing so. Do you want a Widow's Walk built? Bryce, if you really are in the throws of like why not take that and become productive with it? Won't Seth be more thrilled by your assistance around the 403 building than if you just spent the time up here waiting for him?" Bryce just jabbed a finger out, and pointed it at Dr. Victor pretty hard, but didn't look in that direction. His body was rigid and the tip of his finger was bobbing slightly like a seismometer. His voice was an octave higher than it usually was, and cracked a bit like a record popping and scratching.
Bryce- "You're crazy man! You're CRAZY! What do you expect?! This is what normal people do, isn't it? I mean, in like, movies and shit! I'm like... some pigtailed chick on Little House on the Prairie with tears in my eyes thinkin' about papa down there with the Grizzly Bear or whatever. This is a reasonable course of action! This thing, that I'm doing, here! "
He moved his hands back toward the edge of the building. "Get off my tits, please!" The good doctor let out a sigh, shrugging absently. "He likes when people help each other, right? Why not help someone do something around here for a change? Its not like you have to go around confronting your fears for him, but even helping Chantelle or maybe Lashonda or hell, I'm sure Columbo would like a break from Dr. Melange... I know people aren't your thing, but I think that would be a good way- no, a better way to spend your time." Bryce- "Did we talk about my medications? I seem to remember us talking about my medications. I'm stepping down off my anti-anxiety meds. I think I'm doing about as well as can be expected! Or didn't I already say that?"
He glared over his arm, his bicep covering the lower part of his face like a ninja mask, or a Dracula cape. His eyes were wide."Knock it off...!"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 19:55:15 GMT -8
Dr. Victor didn't seem phased, though did shift a little bit away, but that was because his present location had been more uncomfortable than he originally thought. He spoke in the cool words he often did while practicing. "Bryce, it is not what normal people do. The way you are up here is what I would do and obviously you know I'm" he used the air quotes for emphasis, even though he didn't give Bryce his vision, " 'Crazy' so doesn't that put another hole in your situation? You're not pining after him, you're addicted to him." He moved back, turning his vision to the wide-eyed starer. "You don't have anxiety, Bryce, you're over compensating like a twelve year old fisherman telling a tale of how huge the fish was. Want to keep the aggression and angst you feel because it's the cool thing to do these days? You have a choice here and now with what to do with the rest of the future. You can suck it up and go back into your little ball where all the dreams and unicorns frolic about, or you can grow the fuck up and do something, anything, like a non-movie-person does."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 20:03:53 GMT -8
Bryce- "Holy... fucking... shit!" He tossed himself to the side and jumped up, running a little limp armed for the stairs, his hair flopping around in unison. He tore the door open and ran down the stairs with loud feet.
Jonah turned around, and gave the Doctor an awkward smile.
Jonah- "...Top o' the mornin' to you... Got yourself a good cuppa?"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 26, 2012 20:08:35 GMT -8
The doctor sighed, bringing his thumb and forefinger to his temples with one hand, gripping the mug in the other. He shook his head. Dr. Victor rose and moved towards Jonah with a flat expression. "Yes. It's always good coffee. I... I just don't understand the youth these days, you know? Why do they sit around and brood when they could make something of themselves? Were you ever like that, Jonah?" Dr. Victor slurped his coffee, glancing over the side of the building.
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