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entranceway2014-03-01 04:54 pm
monopolies) wrote in entranceway2014-03-01 04:54 pm
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[ He wakes up and he's back in Wonderland, and all those foggy memories snap into place. They still stick together like pages of a book that's had soda spilled on it, so it's impossible to separate them chronologically after so long away. But the things he remembers are sharp and clear.
Except he notices that Wonderland is sorta fragmented into pieces. He thinks something catastrophic has happened and, now more than ever, he desperately wishes that his friends are somewhere, happy, that they've escaped what's happened here. They can't still be around after so long. Then again, who knows how long it's been with this place?
The last time he was here, he probably would've sat down and spent an hour freaking out somewhere behind a bush. This time he does the exact same thing, except he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about it. Fuck it he is a global economic power he'll do what he wants.
After a while of rocking and shaking behind a tree, he gets up, dusts himself off, and decides to reintroduce himself.
Somehow he's found his phone again, with everything on it and the chipped in the corner. Just the way he'd left it. Maybe he should take this as a sign that he hasn't been away so long, at least in Wonderland time, but he doesn't. Too busy preparing his reintroduction.
Normal people would probably just turn their device on, say their hellos and see who is around and who is new. If you are expecting normal behavior from America I don't know what to tell you. Except "lower your expectations because this asshole is still a crazy motherfucker."
He'd found himself on a lone piece of forest, which is not the ideal location for his reentry. In the distance looms the lone, floating entrance hall. After a few seconds of debating the value of his life, he realizes he's immortal and abandons the last fuck he could possibly give before making a running start to leap to the next floating island. A manic grin and one thought propel him to his destiny:
Do it for the vine. ]
[ Finally everything is set up just the way he wants it. Camera placed just behind the closed doors of the entrance wall, it's propped up to frame the hall in such a way that it looks like just any normal day in Wonderland. The real trick is turning it on at just the right moment. He decides to turn it on from behind so the video doesn't capture his initial appearance. Slipping away as quietly as possible, the video just captures a few silent seconds of the doors.
Which then BURST OPEN IN AN EXPLOSION OF SHRAPNEL AND FIRE. USA USA USA.
The smoke clears and, surprise surprise, guess who's standing at the center with arms cross and cocky grin in place? No Crowley, that's for fucking sure, like he'd be capable of anything this epic. For those who knew him the changes are small and subtle, probably nothing to catch amidst the chaos. A taller stature, unhindered by painful wounds, a face that's still young but no longer burdened by self-consciousness and undercurrents of fear.
In the split-second he opens his mouth, just before he speaks you might be expecting something like YOUR HERO HAS RETURNED. But no. ]
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY RAPTORS?
[ Good news: he's even more of a selfish shithead than before. Bad news: that was the good news.
God help you all.
and now a million years later do I add an obligatory nsfw warning?? don't read my threads if you value your time and integrity ]
Except he notices that Wonderland is sorta fragmented into pieces. He thinks something catastrophic has happened and, now more than ever, he desperately wishes that his friends are somewhere, happy, that they've escaped what's happened here. They can't still be around after so long. Then again, who knows how long it's been with this place?
The last time he was here, he probably would've sat down and spent an hour freaking out somewhere behind a bush. This time he does the exact same thing, except he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about it. Fuck it he is a global economic power he'll do what he wants.
After a while of rocking and shaking behind a tree, he gets up, dusts himself off, and decides to reintroduce himself.
Somehow he's found his phone again, with everything on it and the chipped in the corner. Just the way he'd left it. Maybe he should take this as a sign that he hasn't been away so long, at least in Wonderland time, but he doesn't. Too busy preparing his reintroduction.
Normal people would probably just turn their device on, say their hellos and see who is around and who is new. If you are expecting normal behavior from America I don't know what to tell you. Except "lower your expectations because this asshole is still a crazy motherfucker."
He'd found himself on a lone piece of forest, which is not the ideal location for his reentry. In the distance looms the lone, floating entrance hall. After a few seconds of debating the value of his life, he realizes he's immortal and abandons the last fuck he could possibly give before making a running start to leap to the next floating island. A manic grin and one thought propel him to his destiny:
Do it for the vine. ]
[ Finally everything is set up just the way he wants it. Camera placed just behind the closed doors of the entrance wall, it's propped up to frame the hall in such a way that it looks like just any normal day in Wonderland. The real trick is turning it on at just the right moment. He decides to turn it on from behind so the video doesn't capture his initial appearance. Slipping away as quietly as possible, the video just captures a few silent seconds of the doors.
Which then BURST OPEN IN AN EXPLOSION OF SHRAPNEL AND FIRE. USA USA USA.
The smoke clears and, surprise surprise, guess who's standing at the center with arms cross and cocky grin in place? No Crowley, that's for fucking sure, like he'd be capable of anything this epic. For those who knew him the changes are small and subtle, probably nothing to catch amidst the chaos. A taller stature, unhindered by painful wounds, a face that's still young but no longer burdened by self-consciousness and undercurrents of fear.
In the split-second he opens his mouth, just before he speaks you might be expecting something like YOUR HERO HAS RETURNED. But no. ]
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY RAPTORS?
[ Good news: he's even more of a selfish shithead than before. Bad news: that was the good news.
God help you all.
and now a million years later do I add an obligatory nsfw warning?? don't read my threads if you value your time and integrity ]
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Yeah, it's nice to have consistency. Y'know, creatures to come home to. Like how people like havin' loved ones waitin' for 'em.
[ His grin doesn't really falter, but it tilts into something a little wistful. ]
I mean, I can't really have that, at least not with any sort of permanence, but that's kinda why I'm actually happy to be back instead of feelin' down 'bout bein' stuck again. Usually it's other people who age decades while I'm stuck in time, not the other way around. What a refreshing change!
[ He nudges Daryl's shoulder playfully with his own. ]
You still smell like body odor and mud. At least I got an excuse why I haven't washed in a while, yeesh!
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And while he's glad America's back, too... Well. He ain't getting into that.
Daryl snorts.]
Asshole. You seen a shower 'round here anywhere?
[...Not that he'd be wasting time with that with the Mansion and grounds in shambles, but. HE'S JUST SAYIN'.]
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Okay, point taken. You been stuck on this rock for long?
[ Because if so, his head is already tilting up to the canopies of nearby trees to judge how tall they are and if they'll make feasible bridges. ]
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[He nudges the first tree!bridge with the tip of his boot.
He'd been doing the same kind of thing to bridge the gap between the smaller ones, but before America'd come along he'd reached the furthest point possible.
He's all for finding his way to the Mansion, if the option's there.]
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[ He makes a brief shooing motion at Daryl, which is his sign to get the fuck out of the way unless he wants to be obliterated by a redwood. Jogging to a tree whose trunk is wider than America himself, he nudges it with his foot a few times, backs up...
And then drop kicks the fucking tree.
The wooden behemoth groans and shudders, but doesn't fully dislodge. America scrambles back up, digs his heels in, and tries to use his body to push it over. This is probably the first time America actually looks like he's straining but it's a big fucking tree okay. And he manages it to get to splinter unevenly, a long crack trailing all the way up to its canopy before it finally gives under the pressure and falls over. By the end of it he's sweating some and probably doesn't smell any better than Daryl.
The tree lands on a far-away strip that looks like a few tiles of floor. No stairs and no doors, but it's a start. ]
Alright, makin' progress! I got some impressive bridges now y'know. Engineering marvels. Imagine how popular they'd be if I built some here! Takes too long though.
[ He just huffs and rambles as he scrambles up onto the shattered trunk, hopping up and down a few times to make sure it's sturdy. Good enough. ]
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Daryl watches, caught somewhere between fascination and amusement- as America gets to it, knocking that tree over with what seems like some an immense effort. He gets it done, though, and at his urging Daryl follows America onto the trunk-turned-bridge.]
Yeah? You got that big one out in California yet?
[When was that built...? He's got no idea whatsoever.]
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Luckily today is not that day. He treads lightly along the massive trunk, seemingly oblivious to the long, long drop below. Heights are not among his fears. ]
Big one in California? [ Sorry bro, he's got several more decades before the Golden Gate is up and running. ] Nah, guess not yet. Is it gonna-- is it bigger than the Brooklyn Bridge? 'Cause that, man, ya should've seen its opening! Eyes 'round the whole city just 'bout lit up. I sprinted the whole way across just 'cause I could!
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That's the mental image Daryl is getting of America running across the Brooklyn Bridge. Like a horrible hybrid of Peter Griffin and the Roadrunner, just meep-meeping into the distance dust and all.
He actually almost smiles.]
Makes shit easier for a whole lotta people. Somethin' to be proud of.
[U feed that ego Daryl feed it.]