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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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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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There's a changing room in the back. [ She points. ] I had to come here after I arrived, too. I woke up with some of my own clothes next to me, but... the rest I had to come looking for here. It's kind of weird how they take your clothes. [ Somewhat unsure, this look. ]
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[But he catches himself in the smile, pulls it back, and with an indifferent grunt, he drags himself over to the changing room.]
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She knows she promised to leave him alone...
... but it's not really about him if she's staying to look at clothing for herself, right?
When he comes back out, he'll find she's still there, actually holding a dress up to her body and looking down at it curiously. It's a bright and colorful thing, a big contrast to the all-black clothing she's wearing. She presses it to her collarbone with one hand and uses the other to reach down, take hold of the skirt, and twirl.
This makes her stumble and drop the dress. ] Oops...
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Oh nothing. Nothing's hilarious at all, Little Miss Pink.
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I wasn't even doing anything! [ POUT. ]
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