Tara Gregson (
brainkegger) wrote in
entranceway2012-11-25 09:11 pm
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[accidental video/action forever]
[A figure in bright orange plastic flits in front of the abandoned camera. It doesn't seem to know what to do as it darts around what appears to be the roof of a building. Every few feet there stands a pile of dead owl consorts-- the ones Buck has been shooting. But of course, one just happened to fly right into his face and Gimmie clawed its way out.
Gimmie snuffles a little, bare feet shifting anxiously on the gravel rooftop. So many birds. Bad birds.
Finally, Gimmie settles on a pile, climbing atop it and crouching. A wet, trickling sound can be heard, just barely. There. That'll show those birds. Stay away, birds. This roof belongs to Gimmie.
As for action, let's switch things up a little. Tara and her alters can be found all around the Land of Art and Echoes. Just mark who you want and what sort of place they're meeting in.]
Gimmie snuffles a little, bare feet shifting anxiously on the gravel rooftop. So many birds. Bad birds.
Finally, Gimmie settles on a pile, climbing atop it and crouching. A wet, trickling sound can be heard, just barely. There. That'll show those birds. Stay away, birds. This roof belongs to Gimmie.
As for action, let's switch things up a little. Tara and her alters can be found all around the Land of Art and Echoes. Just mark who you want and what sort of place they're meeting in.]
[video]
lkjlkjs clyde i'm sorry :C [video forever]
scaring little kids, kels you make my dreams come true~ [video forever]
Just in case.]
I-I'm sorry.You're right.They're bastards.It's cool.
\o/ WINNAR
As if...
Children..
Gimmie shakes its head violently. No! Just got here! Nonononono!]
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Okay, Gollum. I'm going to do my thing. You go do yours.
Um, in fact. I was never here.
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Gimmie reaches out and sort of. Touches the screen.]
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[WELL. Clyde knows that only the Ring Girl (the coincidence of the Ring(s) is slightly jarring to him shut up) can come through a screen and kill him. So he kind of.
Just.
Pokes back.]
no subject
And Tara opens them.
She immediately retracts the hand. She's come back to her hands clawing at people's eyes, so instinct tells her to pull herself in close, to hide.]
...Sorry, I'm sorry, I--
[It's a kid. One she doesn't recognize.]
Shit. Did it-- did I scare you?
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Um. No...? [Which is totally the tone of a child trying to fish for the correct answer to a question.]
I'm confused, but I'm sorry I interrupted you.
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Don't be sorry, it's okay. It's really okay. I'm the fucked-up, crazy...
[She pushes out a sigh. Sometimes she forgets that not all ten year olds are as mature as Kate and Marshall...had to be at that age.]
I, um. I'm Tara. And if you want I can explain or...or you can just turn off your comm and pretend you didn't see any of this. Really up to you.
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...
Ma'am are you okay?
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I'm...better now.
[She realizes she's still wearing the tarp and, after checking that she's dressed underneath it, she strips it off.]
I don't think I caught your name.
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My name is Clyde Donovan, ma'am. So, I'm glad you're better. ...Was it the tacky rain poncho? I bet it was.
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Haha, uh, no, not quite.
[Better test the waters before she just. Up and tells him. He's a bit young and it might not make sense to him.]
Have you ever heard of multiple personality disorder, Clyde?