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discedo2012-04-07 12:10 am
starspangledhero) wrote in discedo2012-04-07 12:10 am
( video; english )
[ America has been lying low ever since his little "excursion" with Tatsumi. Part of it is because it's pretty awkward to face up to doing terrible things, even if they weren't done by choice, even though he had no control in almost every sense. No matter what though, it's always hard to deal with the consequences of hurting those you care about. So he hasn't. He's been content to sit numbly at home and keep himself together.
But there's another reason.
America now wears a grin that's mostly reminiscent of his usual ones: cocky, self-assured, triumphant. Look closely though--look at the dark circles under his eyes, the healing bite marks on his neck, the bruises, and suddenly that sharp edge to his smile seems a little off. ]
Two weeks! Two whole freaking weeks and there ain't hide or hair of the bastard left! Discedo, I've done the impossible: I've solved your vampire problem. Let this be a lesson to all creatures of the day, night, or otherwise who are getting any ideas about going toe-to-toe with Hero of Hegemony!
[ It is at this point that he holds up his right hand. It's not a hand. It's a chainsaw.
Let's let that sink in: America has lost his hand and now he has a chainsaw in its place.
America has a chainsaw hand. And it works.
This is a travesty against all things sane. A beautiful, stupidly glorious travesty. ]
Mess with me, will ya? Fuck me up, will ya? SUCK OUT MY FREE WILL WITH YOUR VAMPIRE FANGS AND USE ME LIKE A PUPPET, WILL YA? I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY THAT FROM HELL, TATSUMI! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
[ The chainsaw is turned on to accompany his near-maniacal laughter for an extra dramatic effect. Bruce Campbell would be proud of this display of lunacy.
After a bit he finally calms down. The smile remains on his face, but it seems a little more forced. ]
Gonna guess being dead for two weeks means he's staying dead for good. All those safe measures I took to make him stay dead, it damn well better work. [ Because if it doesn't... well, he's not sure what he'll do. His smile falters a moment, then comes back a little sadder. ]
And, uh... to y'all that are wonderin', and the ones who saw me... that night. I'll talk! Dunno how ready I am, but it ain't like I'm gonna get any more ready, right? Point is, I'm okay now, you're okay now, everything's okay!
[ Except he's really not. Hell if he'll talk about that though. ]
Oh! And if anyone knows where my hand went, lemme know! Stupid thing keeps running off on me.
[ Everyone might want to check under their covers tonight. You know, just in case a sentient severed hand happens to be there 8)))Why do I write these things what is wrong with me.
Also on a quick ooc note! I'm still chipping away at the event log, but if you have any questions about outcomes with your character/plotting/whatev, just drop me a line through PM or plurk or whatever mode of communication is comfortable for you! ]
But there's another reason.
America now wears a grin that's mostly reminiscent of his usual ones: cocky, self-assured, triumphant. Look closely though--look at the dark circles under his eyes, the healing bite marks on his neck, the bruises, and suddenly that sharp edge to his smile seems a little off. ]
Two weeks! Two whole freaking weeks and there ain't hide or hair of the bastard left! Discedo, I've done the impossible: I've solved your vampire problem. Let this be a lesson to all creatures of the day, night, or otherwise who are getting any ideas about going toe-to-toe with Hero of Hegemony!
[ It is at this point that he holds up his right hand. It's not a hand. It's a chainsaw.
Let's let that sink in: America has lost his hand and now he has a chainsaw in its place.
America has a chainsaw hand. And it works.
This is a travesty against all things sane. A beautiful, stupidly glorious travesty. ]
Mess with me, will ya? Fuck me up, will ya? SUCK OUT MY FREE WILL WITH YOUR VAMPIRE FANGS AND USE ME LIKE A PUPPET, WILL YA? I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY THAT FROM HELL, TATSUMI! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
[ The chainsaw is turned on to accompany his near-maniacal laughter for an extra dramatic effect. Bruce Campbell would be proud of this display of lunacy.
After a bit he finally calms down. The smile remains on his face, but it seems a little more forced. ]
Gonna guess being dead for two weeks means he's staying dead for good. All those safe measures I took to make him stay dead, it damn well better work. [ Because if it doesn't... well, he's not sure what he'll do. His smile falters a moment, then comes back a little sadder. ]
And, uh... to y'all that are wonderin', and the ones who saw me... that night. I'll talk! Dunno how ready I am, but it ain't like I'm gonna get any more ready, right? Point is, I'm okay now, you're okay now, everything's okay!
[ Except he's really not. Hell if he'll talk about that though. ]
Oh! And if anyone knows where my hand went, lemme know! Stupid thing keeps running off on me.
[ Everyone might want to check under their covers tonight. You know, just in case a sentient severed hand happens to be there 8)))
Also on a quick ooc note! I'm still chipping away at the event log, but if you have any questions about outcomes with your character/plotting/whatev, just drop me a line through PM or plurk or whatever mode of communication is comfortable for you! ]
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innocent babby she needs to keep reminding herself of that]
... Right, up you get! [Grabs his arm and pulls him up.] Let's... take a look at you.
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[ That is the noise he makes as he rolls off the bed and is pulled to his feet. He sways in place. Chainsaw hand is still on. Unfortunately, it doesn't have the same grip as a real hand, so trying to use it to steady himself by hanging onto the wall doesn't really work.
With his shirt off, all the gashes, bruises, and burns are obvious. Oh, and the few minor cuts here and there from the chainsaw. America doesn't seem too bothered by any of this though. ]
Hey Rose! 'Sup.
[ You can totally smell the rum on his breath. ]
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Take that bloody thing off, would you? Then take a shower and we'll get started.
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Oops. Hope it ain't chipped or nuthin'...
[ Swaying again, he tries to brace himself with the stump--wrapped in dirty bandages, still bloody--and winces when it hits the wall. Instead he shifts to lean his shoulder against it.
Then the words sink into his mind. At this point his mind is too buzzed to manage misinterpreting anything she says. He cocks his head in confusion (and almost falls against the wall doing so). ]
What d'ya mean? Started with what?
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[Steps back and looks around the room.] ... And possibly tidy up this pig sty, it definitely needs it.
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...Can ya help me to the shower?
[ help me mama I'm too drunk to do things on my own ;^; ]
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... Can you at least get undressed on your own? [When you're too drunk to take your clothes off, you're *way* too drunk in England's book.]
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[ And he starts trying to do so.
Right in front of Rosemary. No shame. None.
But, as she is free to witness, it is a bit of a challenge when you only have one hand. ]
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[Yeah, she draws the line at helping him get his clothes off, sorry. He's not that injured, in her book.]
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[ He'll obey to a degree; he continues disrobing as he stumbles in the direction of the bathroom, leaving them on the floor like a drunken trail of breadcrumbs. Luckily for Rosemary, he manages to get in the bathroom before he takes off his boxers.
He leaves the door open. She can hear the shower turn on and him yelling: ]
If I fall asleep, you'll make sure I don't drown in here, right?