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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
**
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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thats a rally good idea!
thanks! :D
but yeh i dont paln on dying anytmi soon...
hopefully.
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Well I hope you don't eith-- NO, BAD DOG!
[One had been slowly wiggling out of his collar during the entire exchange and now he was free! Free! He barks and leaps up at John.]
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[Or something ridiculous like that, anyway. Basically One scared him and he's losing control again. If One isn't careful he'll probably end up on the receiving end of a thunderbolt...]
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I'm very sorry about this!
[One bites at John's hoodie and shakes his head, making his dumb snuffly dog sounds all the while.]
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[Oops. He's going to feel pretty bad about that electric attack in a second. HE'S SORRY JACK. HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SHOCK YOUR DOG...at least Pokemon are used to this sort of thing? 8D;;]
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Serves you right!
[Jack frowns at his derpdog and recalls him into his ball before extending a hand to John without thinking.]
I'm very, very sorry!
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[Heart still racing and not really thinking clearly himself in the aftermath, John reaches out and takes Jack's hand to pull himself back up. Luckily, his little power surge has calmed back down, but sadly it hasn't gone away entirely.]
[He totally just joy-buzzer'd you with his own hand, Jack. Luckily, the shock isn't all that strong.]
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W-well, hah! Guess that serves me right too. I am sorry about all this...
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It'th not yur fawlt. An' ah'm thorry, din't mern to schock you.
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It's alright. I think I'm going to head back to the Breeding Centre for now. I've got to see what I can do about getting One under control or he'll have to stay in his poke'ball until this whole mess is over.
[He thought about walking the kid home in case any rogue pokemon decided they wanted a piece of him, but John seemed pretty good at defending himself.]
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