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maskormenace2015-08-23 10:57 am
shiniestmeatbicycle) wrote in maskormenace2015-08-23 10:57 am
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[Krieg doesn't really know how to communicate with anyone - and ordinarily, that suits him just fine. After the swear-in, however, things are so quiet, too quiet...even he, far gone as he is, can tell that something is wrong. He needs an ally.
And so he turns to the comm system, struggling and twitching to bring across his point. To him, communicating is already like speaking a language he doesn't understand any longer...but now, he's doing it without even the whispers of an interpreter.
He still doesn't quite have the hang of video, so instead he goes with text.]
SMOKE AND PURPLE BURNING BROKE THE SKY BROKE THE DAM OPEN BROKE HIM OPEN QUIET TOO QUIET NOW IF EGGPLANTS HAD LUNGS THEY WOULDN'T EVEN SCREAM SPINAL TAPS AND DRIPPY BAGS HES BURIED UNDER THE TEARDUCTS CAN THE HOUSE SHOW ME MERCY TALK ABOUT THE GOSSIP AROUND THE WATERCOOLER THE NEXT DAY ABSENT ABSENT BAD MARKS FOR TARDINESS SONNY JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE OOOOOOH YOU ARE IN TROUBLE WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTHER GETS HOME YOUR MOTHER WITH NEVER GET HOME SHE WILL NEVER GET HOME THAT HURTS DOESNT IT IT REALLY SMARTS SOMEWHERE IN THE RIBS AND THE SKULL THE SKULL CAME APART AND LOOSED THE BLOOD UNPINNED UNLEASHED MADE IT GO AWAY BULLETS AND GUNSHOTS REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAY THINGS WERE SO DIFFERENT YOU COULD BUY A HARMONICA FOR A FEMUR AND IT DIDN'T EVEN MISS LIKE A HYPERION GUN IM A HYPERION GUN HAVE TO SHOOT A LOT BEFORE I CAN HIT RIGHT JUST KEEP SHOOTING KRIEG JUST KEEP SHOOTING UNTIL THEY KNOW SOMEONE WILL KNOW ALL THE COLORS OF THE WIND AND THE RAIN AND THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE REDS AND REDS AND REDS AND SILVERS AND TUBES AND SLAG HES BURIED BURIED BURIED LOUD BUT QUIET MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT GO GREEN LIGHT GREEN LIGHT CATCH A RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE MAN THE TURRET SPLIT THE TORSO SPILL THE SPLEEN AND THE VOICE PLEASE SPILL THE VOICE KEEP SHOOTING KRIEG LIKE A HYPERION GUN KEEP SHOOTING
NEED
HELP
NEED
ME
BACK
And so he turns to the comm system, struggling and twitching to bring across his point. To him, communicating is already like speaking a language he doesn't understand any longer...but now, he's doing it without even the whispers of an interpreter.
He still doesn't quite have the hang of video, so instead he goes with text.]
SMOKE AND PURPLE BURNING BROKE THE SKY BROKE THE DAM OPEN BROKE HIM OPEN QUIET TOO QUIET NOW IF EGGPLANTS HAD LUNGS THEY WOULDN'T EVEN SCREAM SPINAL TAPS AND DRIPPY BAGS HES BURIED UNDER THE TEARDUCTS CAN THE HOUSE SHOW ME MERCY TALK ABOUT THE GOSSIP AROUND THE WATERCOOLER THE NEXT DAY ABSENT ABSENT BAD MARKS FOR TARDINESS SONNY JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE OOOOOOH YOU ARE IN TROUBLE WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTHER GETS HOME YOUR MOTHER WITH NEVER GET HOME SHE WILL NEVER GET HOME THAT HURTS DOESNT IT IT REALLY SMARTS SOMEWHERE IN THE RIBS AND THE SKULL THE SKULL CAME APART AND LOOSED THE BLOOD UNPINNED UNLEASHED MADE IT GO AWAY BULLETS AND GUNSHOTS REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAY THINGS WERE SO DIFFERENT YOU COULD BUY A HARMONICA FOR A FEMUR AND IT DIDN'T EVEN MISS LIKE A HYPERION GUN IM A HYPERION GUN HAVE TO SHOOT A LOT BEFORE I CAN HIT RIGHT JUST KEEP SHOOTING KRIEG JUST KEEP SHOOTING UNTIL THEY KNOW SOMEONE WILL KNOW ALL THE COLORS OF THE WIND AND THE RAIN AND THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE REDS AND REDS AND REDS AND SILVERS AND TUBES AND SLAG HES BURIED BURIED BURIED LOUD BUT QUIET MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT GO GREEN LIGHT GREEN LIGHT CATCH A RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE MAN THE TURRET SPLIT THE TORSO SPILL THE SPLEEN AND THE VOICE PLEASE SPILL THE VOICE KEEP SHOOTING KRIEG LIKE A HYPERION GUN KEEP SHOOTING
NEED
HELP
NEED
ME
BACK
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IIIII dun think'm gonna be able to do that fer ya, as much as I would like ta, hombre. An' I dun think you oughtta either, so no tryin' to do that, ya hear me? [She says that a little more sternly so he gets the message.]
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He just...doesn't know what to do.
A whining sound escapes him, smaller than most noises he makes.]
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Er...
Ya like ice cream?