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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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Holy motherfuck! All up and was to motherfuckin' be forgettin' about the pinkness, brother!
[Scurrying back over to Reno, looking at him like it's the best day of his stupid life.]
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He gets plopped on the bench again and the pink shit goes on.]
When this wears out, maybe you wanna go blue?
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How many times can I be all like, a different part of the motherfucking rainbow before the little color dudes ain't be all wanting to stay on a brother's head no fuckin' more?
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You grow new hair? You got more color.
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Fuck! You mean the motherfucking hair miracles ain't never to be running the fuck out? Like, ever ever?
[Look at what you've done, Reno!]
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So, you want it light pink or flaming pink?
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Whoa, I all get to be motherfuckin' choosing!? Uhhh...
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Whatever's the most brightest, most miracle pink you all ever can magic on to this motherfucker be all the color what's I fuckin' want, yo.
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[Snicker]
I'm kinda curious if it really glows in the dark.
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IT WHAT!?
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Mother. Fucking. Bitchin', dog!!! I'm gonna all to be like a flashbulb in the mother fucking blackness now! Always gonna be able to get your stubs on a motherfucker!
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You get way too excited over this stuff.
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[...Ah, shit, he got it on his nose. Now his nose is pink ok that's cool.]
Ghrhg-- fuck!
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Might want to rinse it off now, Gamz. You're gonna be bright and shiny as it is.