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gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
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.]
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[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.]
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[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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Supposed to be? I don't really get it. They're just your hands.
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Why did you do that?
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I was mad. Really mad. The one time I tried to be the good guy, really tried, and now I'm pretty sure I failed. So I did what came naturally to me: I came, I saw, I wrecked. It's what I do. I'm just used to there always being someone to clean up my messes, I guess.
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Because, well... I can't just stop being a bad guy. It's what I was programmed to be from the beginning. I'm the bad guy who Felix beats. And only the good guy gets the medal. I thought I could win a medal by myself and be a hero, but... I was just being selfish, and stupid! A kid like you, it sounds like you can still do the right thing even after messing up. But that's not me. Me trying to be someone else... It just doesn't work.
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Programmed... he was programmed to do what he does? Be what he is? But that's... that's exactly what she is, too. Her frown turns sad. ]
... if that's the case, then ... we're the same. I used to work for a a group of bad people called the Organization. I guess that made me a bad guy too. I never questioned it... not for a long time. Even when I tried to do the right thing... people still got hurt.
But we have to at least keep trying, right? In the end, I ... I didn't want to keep doing those things the Organization wanted me to do. I couldn't just give up... so you shouldn't, either. Especially if that's not what you want!
[ She lifts a hand to tap on her chest. ] You should listen to your heart. If it's telling you that you should be a good guy, then... I think you should keep trying.
[ She is being a little selfish, in a way. Because maybe if someone else like her, programmed to do something, can fight it and be different instead... be good... maybe she can, too. ]
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Maybe you still have something to fight for. ...People to fight for. But me... it's too late for me. I don't have anyone left to fight for, okay? I'm sure you can find... plenty of other heroes to relate to instead. Heroes that smell a lot better and earn medals and everything.
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Come on, kid. Trust me. You'd want me as... as your friend. I'm only gonna wreck it.
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... my name is Xion.
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That's really your name?
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You - Stop. You don't have to.
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I know I don't. But I want to!
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Then... just... do what you want. And then you can leave me alone.
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Okay. [ More gently. ] I promise. Just this once, okay?
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Whatever, kid. [And as he scrounges around, he finds both of his shirts together.] Look, see? I'm doing just fine by myself! [He quickly squeezes both layers over his head, too modest to let his gut hang loose for much longer.] Now I just need my suspenders!
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[ She's managed to pull them out from a rack they were hiding on. But the amount of cloth involved threatens to dwarf her, and she peeks up at him over it. ]
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Lemme take that off your hands, kid, while you're still breathing. [And he quickly pulls the raggedy suspenders away from her and holds them up in front of himself as if making sure it's in his size.] Yep, this is them, alright. [Of course, the smell should have been his first clue.]
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