gonnawreckit | 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.]

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That's a weird name. [ A beat. ] Sorry! I've just never heard anything like it before. What are you looking for, anyway? Your clothes?

[A sigh.] It's fine. And yeah, this isn't exactly my everyday outfit. I thought something my size would stick out a lot more.

We'll find it together! Teamwork always makes a task go faster. [ WILL IGNORE ANY PROTESTS. And starts to look before he can respond, anyway. ]

[More sighing and grumbling.]

You - Stop. You don't have to.

[ She stops, long enough to give him a warm smile. ]

I know I don't. But I want to!

[That smile, it's almost too much. He can only feel guilty.]

Then... just... do what you want. And then you can leave me alone.

[ ... a pause. ]

Okay. [ More gently. ] I promise. Just this once, okay?

[A sigh.]

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!

Um... do you mean these?

[ 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. ]

[He looks over towards her and can't help but crack a smile at the adorable image.]

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.]

[ Hey, he's smiling! The change in his expression gets her to grin too, happy and pleased with herself. ]

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. ]

Yeah, that's gotta be some weird program alright to separate our clothes from us like this. Never heard of anything like this. Whoever's behind this is must definitely be a top weirdo.

[But he catches himself in the smile, pulls it back, and with an indifferent grunt, he drags himself over to the changing room.]

[ She laughs quietly, but doesn't reply, seeing the change in his demeanor.

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...

[Ralph can't help it. He bursts into laughter at the sight.]

H-Hey! [ She jumps when his laughter makes her aware he's even there, and sort of reflexively snatches up the dress and holds it to her chest. She is red as a beet and clearly embarrassed. ] I was just-- I just wanted to see-- W-What's so funny? [ SHEEPISH REALLY. Trying to be indignant since that seems appropriate somehow? Help her, how does she emotion. ]

[He tries to contain his laughter and shakes his head at her teasingly.]

Oh nothing. Nothing's hilarious at all, Little Miss Pink.

[ That makes her blush harder, if anything, and she sort of unceremoniously shoves the dress into the clothing rack next to her. ]

I wasn't even doing anything! [ POUT. ]

Yeah right, squirt. Looks to me you're thinking of de-glooming your wardrobe.

Well.... there was this boy. He brought me a jacket when I first arrived here.... it was so cute! [ She lights up, thinking about Luke and his gift. ] And colorful. I never get to wear colors! We weren't allowed to change our uniform, back home. [ Her smile slips into a neutral expression, and she looks down at her all-black ensemble. ] But since I'm not home anymore, I guess I thought I could change it, maybe.

Then stop talking my ear off about it and just do it! See how I care.

[ ... sigh. There he goes again. ]

Well, I'm still glad I could help you find your stuff. ... do I really have to leave you alone? [ Kind of a sad face goes here. ]

[There's a slight pained look on his face before he leans down to face her.]

...Yeah, kid. Trust me. It's for the better. I'm used to being alone, so... hey, it's no biggie. And you can find some other big lug to annoy. Bet this weird place has got tons.

.... no one should have to be alone, though.

No one should. But some people got to be. [He looks on, somewhat pained. But at this point, he doesn't think he deserves another good friend. So he'll lean down to try to lift her by the back of her shirt, then to hang that from the nearest open clothes hook, as he turns to leave.] For your own good.

[ He succeeds in sticking her up on a hook, even though she yelps and struggles to get free. She does not succeed, and is left wriggling miserably in his wake. ]

Ralph! Ralph!

[ Assuming he doesn't stop, she'll eventually stop yelling and just hang there dejectedly for a moment before using some magic to get herself down and unhappily wander off. ]

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