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towerofanimus2012-05-20 08:50 pm
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-20 08:50 pm
004 ♑ [fourth honk]
Characters: Gamzee and you!
Setting: First-floor hallway, a few days post-Labyrinth.
Format: Action.
Summary: Gamzee has been a bad, bad alien. In the wake of his murder spree and after being revenge-fed to a gigantic spider, he's pretty whacked out. Time for some angst and nerves and possibly drugs. Oh, and Faygo Play-Doh. COME PLAY!
Warnings: Angst, talk of murder, drugs, Gamzee's mouth. And Play-Doh because I like saying Play-Doh.
[Gamzee Makara was, surprisingly, Not Happy. Well, "surprisingly", because there was never a time prior where the gangly thing wasn't beaming from sponge clot to sponge clot, flitting about like gravity was simply an option undeserving of his attentions.
"Unsurprisingly", because there really wouldn't be any other emotion left to have in response to cracking under stress and withdrawal, gruesomely murdering your friends, and finally getting mangled up on the end of a trident with a prong through your head. All on display for the entire Tower to see! So, the friends that had managed to escape his homicidal rampage were probably just as afraid of him as the ones who weren't as lucky.
Not to mention, after all was said and done, Gamzee had been thoroughly thrashed into submission by his roommates after awakening in a rampage. Shortly after that, as payback from one of the not-friends he'd ended up offing, he'd been manipul8ed, knocked out, and woken up only to find himself being eaten alive by a spider.
He was not having a very good perigree.
However! Being infinitely taxed and possibly having a taste or three of sopor since wakingagain from his death had left him not completely miserable (if only because he was too exhausted and high to be miserable, but, details.)
He'd managed to drag himself out to the hallway on the first floor, not being able to get much farther than that after being a recluse for a good portion of the day. When it came down to it, he really wasn't quite sure if he'd wanted to isolate himself, or desperately seek the attention of the rest of the Tower. The indecision was eating him up, so he'd decided to scoot up against one of the walls, pie in his lap, and a few plastic containers at his side. These the Tower had granted him for participating in the experiment - assorted colors of Faygo Play-Doh. He'd recognized them from his hive (which had been destroyed long ago, but one learned quickly never to question the Tower, and he was particularly good at that part!)
After another swallow of slime, a familiar haze began to fall over him, leaving him teetering on the edge of lucidity. In this state, tired and useless, he popped the lids off of the containers and began squishing the putty between his bony fingers, immersing himself in the motions which effectively distracted him from everything else going on inside his think pan.]
Setting: First-floor hallway, a few days post-Labyrinth.
Format: Action.
Summary: Gamzee has been a bad, bad alien. In the wake of his murder spree and after being revenge-fed to a gigantic spider, he's pretty whacked out. Time for some angst and nerves and possibly drugs. Oh, and Faygo Play-Doh. COME PLAY!
Warnings: Angst, talk of murder, drugs, Gamzee's mouth. And Play-Doh because I like saying Play-Doh.
[Gamzee Makara was, surprisingly, Not Happy. Well, "surprisingly", because there was never a time prior where the gangly thing wasn't beaming from sponge clot to sponge clot, flitting about like gravity was simply an option undeserving of his attentions.
"Unsurprisingly", because there really wouldn't be any other emotion left to have in response to cracking under stress and withdrawal, gruesomely murdering your friends, and finally getting mangled up on the end of a trident with a prong through your head. All on display for the entire Tower to see! So, the friends that had managed to escape his homicidal rampage were probably just as afraid of him as the ones who weren't as lucky.
Not to mention, after all was said and done, Gamzee had been thoroughly thrashed into submission by his roommates after awakening in a rampage. Shortly after that, as payback from one of the not-friends he'd ended up offing, he'd been manipul8ed, knocked out, and woken up only to find himself being eaten alive by a spider.
He was not having a very good perigree.
However! Being infinitely taxed and possibly having a taste or three of sopor since waking
He'd managed to drag himself out to the hallway on the first floor, not being able to get much farther than that after being a recluse for a good portion of the day. When it came down to it, he really wasn't quite sure if he'd wanted to isolate himself, or desperately seek the attention of the rest of the Tower. The indecision was eating him up, so he'd decided to scoot up against one of the walls, pie in his lap, and a few plastic containers at his side. These the Tower had granted him for participating in the experiment - assorted colors of Faygo Play-Doh. He'd recognized them from his hive (which had been destroyed long ago, but one learned quickly never to question the Tower, and he was particularly good at that part!)
After another swallow of slime, a familiar haze began to fall over him, leaving him teetering on the edge of lucidity. In this state, tired and useless, he popped the lids off of the containers and began squishing the putty between his bony fingers, immersing himself in the motions which effectively distracted him from everything else going on inside his think pan.]
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Why not?
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Oh. Guess it don't matter much fuckin' none, though. 'Cause like, we all be motherfuckin' here now, right? You can all lead the bros and bitches who're all to be in the Tower and shit like that is, yeah?
[Gamzee grinned a stupid grin. That seemed to be the only thing he was good at.]
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I'm not fucking qualified for the position anymore. All I did was manage to lead us into doom's way.
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Sounded all like you were to be leading me the fuck out of it, though, brother.
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I was just following Jade's instructions. She and Kanaya had a better idea of what was really going on than I did.
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How come you always be all motherfucking eager to be doling out them wicked commendations on every other brother and bitch but your mother fuckin' own, huh, bro? Don't much seem all fuckin' fair to this motherfucker, it all don't.
You be deserving of all some mystical fuckin' pats on the proverbial thorax for all the miracles you up and pull, too.
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What miracles.
[ in such a flat tone too. seriously, he can't name one good thing he's done. 8T ]
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Brother... you done bunches of good. Led all us bitches through the crazy motherfucking game noise, you all fuckin' did. Ran around with them fuckin' sickles in your little hands and fucked shit up proper. Whooped the motherfucking ass of that mystical motherfucker under your most nubular rule!
You always done good for us, 'cause like, you all get your worry on 'bout every other motherfucker. Ain't no one else what's would give half a shit's motherfucking tit 'bout everyone like you all were to be doin'. Put every dude before yourself, that be the most bitchin' of miracles not many brothers all be able to pull, you know?
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Miracle? You call that a miracle? Doesn't that only prove how fucked up in the think pan that I am?
[ at least he isn't denying the validity of the words said. ]
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Ain't sure I be all at, like, motherfucking liberty to be the one to be making those kinds of motherfucking determinations. Uh, considering.
[God, he was bad at this.]
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Idiot.
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...Your idiot, now, though. ...Right?
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Yeah. Definitely.