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towerofanimus2012-02-14 11:37 pm
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-14 11:37 pm
001 ♑ [first honk]
Characters: OU Gamzee and you!
Setting: Room 1-02, the cafeteria, and anywhere in between!
Format: Either are entirely welcome.
Summary: A doped-up, alien clown awakens in the strangest of places - and decides that he's hungry. Seems like he's got a good handle on priorities. Oh, chocolate shenanigans are good, too, although he hasn't eaten any!
Warnings: None that I can think of, except for Gamzee's filthy mouth.
Room 1-02:
[Sometimes a body just doesn't want to get its motherfuckin' move on. That's cool, though. Whatever it feels like doing, or not doing, is all chill with him. It's not like he wouldn't be laying here motionless anyway. This sure was an uncomfortable way to wake up. The immobility didn't bother him as much as the hard, flat surface he'd been placed upon. It certainly wasn't a recuperacoon - a conclusion he'd only come to because of the depressing lack of sopor slime. It also wasn't his horn pile, which he'd become accustomed to sleeping in while in the Veil. Oh, well! Better not to dwell on such trivial things, and get back at enjoying this wicked nothingness. The crazy feel of paralysis was gone, however, and Gamzee Makara regained his motor skills.
After lamenting the loss of that dope not-moving shit, he rolled not-so-gracefully off of the bed, smacking his large horns on the nightstand and landing with a "thud" on the floor. He'd managed to knock some sheets of paper off of the nightstand on his way down.
Oh. They were letters.
Well, he'd already known Alternia had been destroyed, but he was thankful for whoever wrote the letter to have saved him! And everyone being happy sounded like a fucking awesome time! He wanted to meet the author of this letter - they sounded pretty motherfucking chill.
What wasn't chill was this super-tight jumpsuit he'd been placed in. Who even gets up in a brother's bubble like that? Not that it was a huge deal. He was pretty okay with sharing his personal space, really. He crawled over to the trunk the letter had mentioned, and beamed excitedly when he saw what was inside. Among his usual clothes, which he quickly donned, he proceeded to overturn the chest, spilling bike horns, juggling clubs, and slime all over the floor. This was starting to feel more familiar already!
Eating the slime was not something he probably should have done, but who in their right mind would take an oatmeal-only rule seriously? Better yet, who not in their right mind would even notice that there was an oatmeal-only rule?
Uh-oh. The ol' nutrition sack wasn't feeling too well. In a fit of desperation, he scrambled out of the room and down the hallway.]
Cafeteria:
[After getting situated in his room and having had quite the terrible feeling in his stomach, Gamzee had somehow found his way to the cafeteria. It had taken a while, and he'd ended up going in circles, going into other people's rooms, going back into his own room, and generally unintentionally avoiding the place he'd been searching for.
He didn't really notice the bowl of oatmeal before him, and didn't remember how it got there, for that matter. What was this stuff? It was runny, sloppy, and slid over the edges of its bowl when he wobbled it from side to side (which he was doing quite enthusiastically). It reminded him of a discolored sopor pie... kind of. Hopefully it wouldn't make his digestive sack feel like a bag of angry bees like the pie had, however. He frowned at the thought, momentarily pausing his bowl-spinning game to dip and swirl a few fingers around in the stuff cautiously. The table was full of oatmeal, as were his fingers, now. He was generally making a mess, all while wearing a stupid grin.]
Setting: Room 1-02, the cafeteria, and anywhere in between!
Format: Either are entirely welcome.
Summary: A doped-up, alien clown awakens in the strangest of places - and decides that he's hungry. Seems like he's got a good handle on priorities. Oh, chocolate shenanigans are good, too, although he hasn't eaten any!
Warnings: None that I can think of, except for Gamzee's filthy mouth.
Room 1-02:
[Sometimes a body just doesn't want to get its motherfuckin' move on. That's cool, though. Whatever it feels like doing, or not doing, is all chill with him. It's not like he wouldn't be laying here motionless anyway. This sure was an uncomfortable way to wake up. The immobility didn't bother him as much as the hard, flat surface he'd been placed upon. It certainly wasn't a recuperacoon - a conclusion he'd only come to because of the depressing lack of sopor slime. It also wasn't his horn pile, which he'd become accustomed to sleeping in while in the Veil. Oh, well! Better not to dwell on such trivial things, and get back at enjoying this wicked nothingness. The crazy feel of paralysis was gone, however, and Gamzee Makara regained his motor skills.
After lamenting the loss of that dope not-moving shit, he rolled not-so-gracefully off of the bed, smacking his large horns on the nightstand and landing with a "thud" on the floor. He'd managed to knock some sheets of paper off of the nightstand on his way down.
Oh. They were letters.
Well, he'd already known Alternia had been destroyed, but he was thankful for whoever wrote the letter to have saved him! And everyone being happy sounded like a fucking awesome time! He wanted to meet the author of this letter - they sounded pretty motherfucking chill.
What wasn't chill was this super-tight jumpsuit he'd been placed in. Who even gets up in a brother's bubble like that? Not that it was a huge deal. He was pretty okay with sharing his personal space, really. He crawled over to the trunk the letter had mentioned, and beamed excitedly when he saw what was inside. Among his usual clothes, which he quickly donned, he proceeded to overturn the chest, spilling bike horns, juggling clubs, and slime all over the floor. This was starting to feel more familiar already!
Eating the slime was not something he probably should have done, but who in their right mind would take an oatmeal-only rule seriously? Better yet, who not in their right mind would even notice that there was an oatmeal-only rule?
Uh-oh. The ol' nutrition sack wasn't feeling too well. In a fit of desperation, he scrambled out of the room and down the hallway.]
Cafeteria:
[After getting situated in his room and having had quite the terrible feeling in his stomach, Gamzee had somehow found his way to the cafeteria. It had taken a while, and he'd ended up going in circles, going into other people's rooms, going back into his own room, and generally unintentionally avoiding the place he'd been searching for.
He didn't really notice the bowl of oatmeal before him, and didn't remember how it got there, for that matter. What was this stuff? It was runny, sloppy, and slid over the edges of its bowl when he wobbled it from side to side (which he was doing quite enthusiastically). It reminded him of a discolored sopor pie... kind of. Hopefully it wouldn't make his digestive sack feel like a bag of angry bees like the pie had, however. He frowned at the thought, momentarily pausing his bowl-spinning game to dip and swirl a few fingers around in the stuff cautiously. The table was full of oatmeal, as were his fingers, now. He was generally making a mess, all while wearing a stupid grin.]
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Oh... well, that's still getting at being wicked fuckin' news, bro! Hey, thanks for all sharing your motherfuckin' info with a brother, uhhhhh... uhhhhhh...
[There's a halt in his speaking, as if his brain is trying to recall some lost fact.]
Uhh... you got a name, motherfucker?
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[What a horrifying thought that was lkajsdflkj Eyes him for a good long moment before answering]
A title. The Summoner. [...faintly grudging] You're welcome. I'm glad you found it useful.
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Aw, bro, you ain't gotta be so formal! I mean, what you be motherfuckin' called, Summoner dude? Like, like...
[Ugh. Gamzee, just stop.]
Like, my name's Gamzee! Actually a brother's got another name, too. It's Makara. Whole buncha fuckin' handles up in this bitch, motherfucker! What's yours like that?
[He already introduced himself WHOOPS TOO LATE HE FORGOT so he'll do it again.]
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I am called the Summoner. It's not uh, a formal thing. I don't have a, name anymore. [He gave it up! It's symbolic, you know?]
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Whoa, what the motherfuck is all this "anymore" business? You mean, you had a name what's before?
[AND THEN, DAWNING REALIZATION!!!! ...Except not really.]
OH! Can a brother not get his remember on of his name? That's cool, bro, it'll come back to you! Sometimes when there's too much fuckin' slime gettin' in your chute a motherfucker's gotta get the askin' noise all directed as his brothers and sisters. They always be there to help you out when the name-forgetting shit goes down!
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No, I didn't... forget it-- [WAIT JUST A SECOND NOW]
What slime...?
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We should kick it back there and split one, Mr. Summoner Dude! Gamzee Makara ain't got no qualms about sharing! Honk!
[Aaand he's grinning like nothing was wrong with that whole thing.]
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[Oh my god]
[Ohhhh my god]
[Has he found]
[The king of all morons]
[Squints into the sun]
[And by sun I mean florescent cafeteria lights]
[Whatever]
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Yeahhh, bro! Bake it up all fuckin' nice and fresh, piping hot right down the motherfuckin' chute! Chase that shit with some elixir and you got your motherfuckin' self a match made in the mirthful paradise planet, for fuckin' sure.
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[Okay. Looking down at him again, kind of... disturbed to be honest??? That is so horrifying. Why would anyone start eating sopor... especially if it made them act like this...]
Uh... and how. Long have you been doing this, exactly...?
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Oh, uhhhh...
[Searching... searching... file not found.]
Fuck, bro, I forget. Been all bakin' up them bitches for what's the longest time now. Like, can't really be at remembering all a time when them fuckers weren't a thing a motherfucker was making, you know?
Heyyy, we can get all to be like, continuing this noise over a tin of sneeze! Miracle trunk came all packed up motherfuckin' nice with 'em. Get our talk on, be better bros that way, yeah?
[The most irresistible of invitations, clearly.]
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No. [...hmph] You shouldn't, eat that stuff. It's uh... bad for you.
THAT ICON LMAFSLJ side eyeing to the max
It is allllll at being the motherfuckin' opposite, yo! Shit lets you get your see on all straight at them fuckin' miracles. Turn them lookstubs all squinty but open them to what's at bein' the all more important shit, feel me?
For real though, we gotta all like, be tossin' a tin back sometime. It's cool if you all busy now - a brother can be to get his patience on like no fucker's business.
Rain check, then?
KLJSDLKFJSDF it is one of my favorites yes yes yes ksdf
[More insistent this time!!! And he... lksjdf reaches out to grab Gamzee by the head and pull up one of his eyelids. Just... staring into his face, confused as hell]
Why haven't you, been culled yet?
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Hahaha, I dunno, motherfucker! Brother sure ups and asks the weirdest fuckin' questions at me. Should I all have been?
[He's laughing now. What a silly joke this all is!]
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I uh... don't know. Are you, competent...? Can you, defend yourself? [Pokes him in the shoulder lksjdf] How old are you?
[...whoops multiple questions again]
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I got, uhh...
[Puts a hand to his chin. Looks down at the floor. Shuffles his feet. Looks back up at the Summoner.]
I all got my clubs if that's the shit you be motherfuckin' askin' at me, bro. Bonk bitches up somethin' fierce with them! Sometimes, anyway.
But uh, I don't have 'em with me now. Left 'em all at the motherfuckin' weird place I be wakin' all up in.
[YEAH ONLY ONE MORE QUESTION.]
Oh, and, uh. I'm six.
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[Just kinda... reaches out... and shoves him LSKJDFLKJSDF WHAT A DICK]
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Wh-whoa shit! No fuckin' need to be shovin' a brother the fuck around, bro. The fuck was that all for?
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[Well all of this is just incredibly surreal. This kid's not angry. He's not retaliating in any way. He didn't even try to defend himself from the initial shove. So maybe he's only still alive because he's so young...? THIS IS SERIOUSLY BOTHERING HIM. IT'S FUCKING CREEPY TO SEE AN OBVIOUS TARGET FOR CULLING WALKING AROUND LASKDLFJDF]
Just. Trying to see something, I guess. Are you, hurt...?
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Aww, not on the motherfuckin' slightest, man. It's cool, sometimes a brother just gotta get his fuckin' investigate on of them miracles.
Uh.
Whatever miracles it was you was all tryin' to be investigatin', I motherfuckin' guess.
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[hhhhh Highblood speak. Grating at him again. Although miracle is maybe a good word for this. It's almost enough to inspire the clown faith in his atheistic little heart tbh]
Well uh... sorry anyway, I guess.
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[He forgot your name already whoops.]
Oh, whoa, hey, fuck! How you be all to knowing Tavbro, anyhow?
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Uh... I met him, once. He was, here for a little while. But then he, disappeared. [...don't mind this vague concern here. He just worries about the kid constantly, actually]
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Oh, he got his show all on at this bitch, too? Brother must've been all to fuckin' pass each other at times what's they both were here, I guess...
[Man, too bad he's gone... GAMZEE THIS IS THE MOST AWKWARD PAUSE EVER STOP THINKING ABOUT TAVROS???]
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