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ghostytrainer) wrote2012-07-16 02:52 pm
ghostytrainer) wrote2012-07-16 02:52 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- &action,
- &text,
- ^haruka,
- ^jack skellington,
- ^jade harley,
- ^karkat vantas,
- ^luke triton,
- ^other father,
- ^rose lalonde,
- ^shinn asuka,
- ^vriska serket,
- being level five is suffering,
- brb destroying ur bathroom dad,
- everything sucks,
- just wait till he actually tries to talk,
- more jitters than a coffeeholic,
- mutations suck,
- powers suck,
- roxy can't compete with these typos,
- saber-buck teeth,
- short circuiting all the things,
- thundercats hooooooo!!!!!
prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT
A; Other House
[When John finally wakes up at around noon, he's somewhat relieved to find that the nausea and weak feeling in his limbs from the past three days seem to have stopped. Or at least, they've lessened to a point where he doesn't feel like total shit anymore. There's still a dull throbbing in his head, but compared to the migraines from earlier, it's nothing worth commenting on. Oddly enough though, there's a dull, stinging pain on the outside of his head too. Kinda like when you fall and scrape your knee and you can still sort of feel if for a while afterwards.]
[But honestly, he's more distracted by the pain in his teeth, which took him a few moments to notice. That and the fact that his pillow seems to be soaked with what he has to guess is drool. He sits up, moving a hand to his mouth only to discover that somethig is distinctly not right with his teeth.]
[Well...more not right than usual, that is.]
[He grabs his glasses from his bedside table and jams them onto his face before dashing out of the bedroom he shared with his friends. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice the splotches and stripes all over his arms. At least, not until he reaches the bathroom.]
[There's a loud shriek followed by the crackle of electricity as John catches a look at himself in the mirror. All the lights in the house flicker momentarily but fortunately stay on.]
[Well...save for the ones in the bathroom. Those are pretty much toast. The lightbulb literally exploded, showering the floor with broken glass and who knows how fried the wiring is. There are char marks on the walls and the mirror is cracked in several places. But John doesn't stick around long to assess the damage. A yellow and purple, vagely John-shaped blur streaks through the house and out the back door. After settling in a far corner of the garden, he pulls out his Pokegear.]
B: Text;
whasat's ghoinmg on??/
shfit i measn
goingh8
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GOiNG!!!!1
WHAT'S GOIING ON??
THISE SI J
[Excuse the typos, his hands are a little jittery from all this extra energy he's suddenly found himself saddled with. Though as he grows more frustrated with his inability to type, he experiences another surge in elecrical power and short circuits his gear, mid sentence]
[Well shit. He'll have to get back to any responses once he replaces his gear...]
C: Action; Goldenrod
[Sometime later, John can be found outside in Goldenrod. As much as he doesn't want to go out looking like this, he kind of needs a new gear. Or maybe two or three in case the same thing happens again. Though he didn't leave the house without covering up first.]
[Despite the summer weather, he's now dressed in a hoodie which has the combined advantages of covering his arms as well as his horns. There's a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, hiding the saber-buck teeth and blue lips. Sadly, without prescription sunglasses there's nothing he can do about the cat's eyes and stripes in the center of his forehead. Other than keep his head down, that is. He's doing his best to stay away from people and out of the way, but honestly his attempts to hide himself kind of make him stand out.]
[Plus he keeps kind of...crackling with electricity from time to time.]
((ooc: I didn't actually write it out because this was long enough already, but for A, characters staying in the Other House can barge in on John inbetween B and C when he's putting on his shitty disguise. There's not really much else to go on there because of all his running around. Though they can of course catch glimpses of John/see the bathroom/react to the commotion/what have you.))
[When John finally wakes up at around noon, he's somewhat relieved to find that the nausea and weak feeling in his limbs from the past three days seem to have stopped. Or at least, they've lessened to a point where he doesn't feel like total shit anymore. There's still a dull throbbing in his head, but compared to the migraines from earlier, it's nothing worth commenting on. Oddly enough though, there's a dull, stinging pain on the outside of his head too. Kinda like when you fall and scrape your knee and you can still sort of feel if for a while afterwards.]
[But honestly, he's more distracted by the pain in his teeth, which took him a few moments to notice. That and the fact that his pillow seems to be soaked with what he has to guess is drool. He sits up, moving a hand to his mouth only to discover that somethig is distinctly not right with his teeth.]
[Well...more not right than usual, that is.]
[He grabs his glasses from his bedside table and jams them onto his face before dashing out of the bedroom he shared with his friends. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice the splotches and stripes all over his arms. At least, not until he reaches the bathroom.]
[There's a loud shriek followed by the crackle of electricity as John catches a look at himself in the mirror. All the lights in the house flicker momentarily but fortunately stay on.]
[Well...save for the ones in the bathroom. Those are pretty much toast. The lightbulb literally exploded, showering the floor with broken glass and who knows how fried the wiring is. There are char marks on the walls and the mirror is cracked in several places. But John doesn't stick around long to assess the damage. A yellow and purple, vagely John-shaped blur streaks through the house and out the back door. After settling in a far corner of the garden, he pulls out his Pokegear.]
B: Text;
whasat's ghoinmg on??/
shfit i measn
goingh8
**
GOiNG!!!!1
WHAT'S GOIING ON??
THISE SI J
[Excuse the typos, his hands are a little jittery from all this extra energy he's suddenly found himself saddled with. Though as he grows more frustrated with his inability to type, he experiences another surge in elecrical power and short circuits his gear, mid sentence]
[Well shit. He'll have to get back to any responses once he replaces his gear...]
C: Action; Goldenrod
[Sometime later, John can be found outside in Goldenrod. As much as he doesn't want to go out looking like this, he kind of needs a new gear. Or maybe two or three in case the same thing happens again. Though he didn't leave the house without covering up first.]
[Despite the summer weather, he's now dressed in a hoodie which has the combined advantages of covering his arms as well as his horns. There's a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, hiding the saber-buck teeth and blue lips. Sadly, without prescription sunglasses there's nothing he can do about the cat's eyes and stripes in the center of his forehead. Other than keep his head down, that is. He's doing his best to stay away from people and out of the way, but honestly his attempts to hide himself kind of make him stand out.]
[Plus he keeps kind of...crackling with electricity from time to time.]
((ooc: I didn't actually write it out because this was long enough already, but for A, characters staying in the Other House can barge in on John inbetween B and C when he's putting on his shitty disguise. There's not really much else to go on there because of all his running around. Though they can of course catch glimpses of John/see the bathroom/react to the commotion/what have you.))
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[That sounds kind of nice, to be honest. While John is hardly sickly, he's just one of those people who always seems to catch whatever's going around. Really kind of sucks.]
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And if any of my children are ill, I'll take care you myself.
[He knows there's a chance he'll get a light shock from touching you, John, but he places out a hand. He's sure you're calmer, so you should be able to control it, right? That's how he's been controlling his, though it may not be the same for everyone.
But even through the shock and fear, he'll always be there to give you a hand up and out of the blues.]
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[Once standing, he again has to restrain himself from giving Other Father a hug. Man this is going to be hard to get used to...]
...Ah wufv...wuuuulll! [oh my god fuck this word why is it so hard to get it out!] Llllowfe. Lowve [Close enough. :|] you, dahd. Fankth.
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I love you too, John.
[He seriously couldn't ask for better kids. He's never spent nearly this long with them and he's sad at what he's missed.]
Now, you've gotta see about gettin' a pokégear. Can't get a hold of you if you 're without one.
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Owh! Rirht, yerh...
[Another wipe of his mouth with his sleeve. Fuck these teeth. Just...fuck them.]
Ah'll 'ee 'ack thun.
[But first he has to go inside and change. He is not going out like this where people can see him. Nope.]
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He nods with a smile and reaches into his pocket, bringing out some money and handing it to John.]
Take this.
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Fahnks, dahd.
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Ne~ver a problem- for you.
I'll be inside. [And with that, he walks towards the back door.
He has to admire his garden on the way, what with all of the multi-coloured flowers and berries. The large patch of grass looks bare though.]
Think we could do something with the garden? Not sure it's fun enough.
[Maybe he could shape it like a Pokémon... He's heard the Goldenrod Gym does that!]
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I 'unno. You schould athk Jade! Schee liketh gahdening a who' lawt. [And then he remembers something.]
Oh oh!! Treehowthe. Rowthe wantsch a treehowthe.
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I lo~ve the idea. Think we could all get together and make it as a family?
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Yeth!
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[And with a large grin, he spins on his heel in a slightly majestic yet dorky fashion and head back on track towards the door.]
Have fun, my little ectobiologist. [HE STILL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, but the name is pretty snappy and John is one apparently.]
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[Though he's not exactly sure how much fun he'll be having right now...]