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maskormenace2015-06-28 07:20 pm
redplainsrider) wrote in maskormenace2015-06-28 07:20 pm
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[Camera is on and there's Red, hat and all, looking fairly peeved.]
Y'know, things were rough enough in Maurtia Falls afore people decided to stir the pot when the pot were already spillin' over. Fer awhile there I were dealin' with land sharks when I went patrolin', y'all. Land. Sharks.
Now, I know I sound madder than a hornet, 'cause I am, but it ain't about all'a that. All'a that I can deal with. Naw, what's got me so pushed over the edge is the fact I can no longer go outside with my bo--g-guy . . . friend--[Can she properly call Croach her boyfriend at this point? She sure isn't going to call him an onal partner, knowing how immature some folks on the network are.]--guy friend an' not havin' folks lookin' or jeerin' at 'im fer not bein' human; an imPort. An' if he's gettin' treated like that, then that means others gotta be, too. Probably innocent folks with less reserve than Croach, whose feelin's are gettin' hurt or they're a-scared to go out in the open without havin' to make themselves look human. Ain't no one that should have to hide what they are.
[She pauses to sigh, hand going to rub the bridge of her nose.] Reckon I should get to the point. [Lowers her hand to look into the camera as stoic and calm as possible.] I were part of a group here, thinkin' it'd be good to team up with others what could do things I ain't so good at doin'--I ain't truly an investigator or a spy, fer instance. But in the end, what good is bein' in a group if you didn't know who you could trust.
So I'm on my own again. I ain't 'bout to stop helpin' folks, even if the criminal element start throwin' out land whales next. Even if the government punishes the whole city fer the actions of a politician-type gettin' too big for his breeches. So, if any of ya are in need of some helpin', whether it be natives harrassin' ya or some jerk just stole yer TV, you can give me a call. Or if any of ya have need of someone to help ya track or take down a nefarious sort, in any city, give me a call, too--only if'n ya have good evidence, of course. I ain't foolish enough to jump into somethin' on someone's supposed good word.
[Beat.] An' before some other smart alec says it, yes, ya can call me if'n your roomba is actin' up. I am still workin' fer 'em. [Another beat. How do you end a post of this sort? Uh...] Uh. Bye.
Y'know, things were rough enough in Maurtia Falls afore people decided to stir the pot when the pot were already spillin' over. Fer awhile there I were dealin' with land sharks when I went patrolin', y'all. Land. Sharks.
Now, I know I sound madder than a hornet, 'cause I am, but it ain't about all'a that. All'a that I can deal with. Naw, what's got me so pushed over the edge is the fact I can no longer go outside with my bo--g-guy . . . friend--[Can she properly call Croach her boyfriend at this point? She sure isn't going to call him an onal partner, knowing how immature some folks on the network are.]--guy friend an' not havin' folks lookin' or jeerin' at 'im fer not bein' human; an imPort. An' if he's gettin' treated like that, then that means others gotta be, too. Probably innocent folks with less reserve than Croach, whose feelin's are gettin' hurt or they're a-scared to go out in the open without havin' to make themselves look human. Ain't no one that should have to hide what they are.
[She pauses to sigh, hand going to rub the bridge of her nose.] Reckon I should get to the point. [Lowers her hand to look into the camera as stoic and calm as possible.] I were part of a group here, thinkin' it'd be good to team up with others what could do things I ain't so good at doin'--I ain't truly an investigator or a spy, fer instance. But in the end, what good is bein' in a group if you didn't know who you could trust.
So I'm on my own again. I ain't 'bout to stop helpin' folks, even if the criminal element start throwin' out land whales next. Even if the government punishes the whole city fer the actions of a politician-type gettin' too big for his breeches. So, if any of ya are in need of some helpin', whether it be natives harrassin' ya or some jerk just stole yer TV, you can give me a call. Or if any of ya have need of someone to help ya track or take down a nefarious sort, in any city, give me a call, too--only if'n ya have good evidence, of course. I ain't foolish enough to jump into somethin' on someone's supposed good word.
[Beat.] An' before some other smart alec says it, yes, ya can call me if'n your roomba is actin' up. I am still workin' fer 'em. [Another beat. How do you end a post of this sort? Uh...] Uh. Bye.
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OH.
Well, ain't that stupid of me. I see.
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Especially when the porter brings in children.
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Do I wanna know if'n ya got stories about the government pullin' stunts like that on the young 'uns here?
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The kids don't really have any options but to do as they are told and register. So they are growing up with a government that has made their best to look like the only safe option, looking to all intents and purposes like a savior to the kids. Imagine how biased those kids will be when they grow up, when in reality they literally had no other options.
[He doesn't want to say brainwashing, but.]