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gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
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100m: I'm gonna wreck it! [Action]
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[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]
What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...
[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]
[Action 2]
[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]
[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]
What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...
[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]
[Action 2]
[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]
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[Maybe he could use a fight. And this guy looked like he could take it. So he'll try to throw the remains of this dresser at him.]
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[He wants a fight? He'll get a fight. Ben doesn't bother trying to dodge or catch what's left of the furniture thrown at him, he just lifts an arm up to shield his eyes and barrels right through, charging at the huge man full speed.]
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Then twists with their joined momentum in an attempt to haul the man around into the opposite wall.]
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Look- we got kids on this floor. So COOL IT!
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Just... Just point me away from them, Rockhead!
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[He shifts a bit and gives the big guy a shove- carrying him out wasn't an option, but he did get him out to the hall.]
Stairs are that way. We'll take it outside.
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[He looks back at Ben, then at the stairs. Then he... quietly steps forward, bumps his head on the door way and takes a moment to squeeze into the staircase.
Ralph proceeds to... slowly and casually step down the stairs.]
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Ben gives the guy a little room before he follows him down, arms tucked up against his side and picking his way down the stairs without making too much noise. It ain't easy.]
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Awright. Y'wanna throw down, we can. We can also talk it out if ya want. Either's good with me.
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Talk can only do so much, Rocky. You're pretty big. Maybe you know what it's like. To have those feelings you can only vent out with through your fists!
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[They have plenty of space. No immediate witnesses. No one that's gonna get knocked around and hurt if they let loose. And for that he's really frigg'n glad.
Ben rolls out his shoulders, cracks his rocky knuckles with the sound of snapping pavement, and puts up his fists.]
Bring it, Sluggo.
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[He doesn't usually fight people; he keeps his fists focused on wrecking landscape. But, as he thought earlier, this was someone who could take it. And he was kind of made out of landscape anyway. So he'll charge forward to begin trying to pummel this thing with his ham hands.]
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Like he did before Ben pivots into a side step, hoping the forward momentum would have the big guy stagger past him.]