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Jun. 5th, 2013 02:36 am[It started off as an odd morning. There was no sign of Vanellope at all around the apartment. It was a confusing concept: that Vanellope could have gone to school early, or even just woken up early. He spent some time searching the apartment and calling her name, thinking maybe this is just some dumb game she's playing, but no one answers.
Most of her things seem to be gone, too. She couldn't have run off to be a hobo. And eventually he has to face one fact. A fact he initially faces by tearing his room apart in a rage. She's gone. And all he has is her word and Calhoun's word that she's going to really make it out there. That she's going to be okay at all. It's not enough.]
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[He reluctantly addresses the journal, at first looking huffy and angry.]
You know Vanellope... candy-haired, Twizzlers for brains? Looks like she went back to her own game. Rotten kid must've used a cheat code.
[A pause. The anger fades for the moment, in favor of an expression more strained and hurt.]
...Aw, who am I kidding? She didn't need to cheat. The kid's a natural. She left some drawings and junk... think they're meant for her friends. You all can come and get 'em yourselves if you want, see if I care. Just... if something doesn't look like it's for you, don't touch it, okay? [He says with a hint of agitation.]
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[Perhaps he had the patience for a few journal conversations. But then he winds up instead opting to pummel his journal until it breaks down into pieces.
He's done with this. Absolutely done. All he grabs are his bricks, his medal, and any of the drawings that Vanellope left for him, which he sloppily shoves into his front pocket. Any of the Luceti possessions he has around, he wrecks them too. This whole apartment life, this "bedroom" thing - it's not for him. And he doesn't want that princess girl to talk him out of it. He knows she could be out there if he goes into the hallway. So instead he wrecks a whole in the wall directly to the outside of CH7 and bounds off under the setting sun, lugging only a sack of bricks over his shoulder. He heads towards the farmlands, in search of any surviving burrows he made when he had Faeren. It's time to be alone again.
Just him, his bricks and his stump.]
Most of her things seem to be gone, too. She couldn't have run off to be a hobo. And eventually he has to face one fact. A fact he initially faces by tearing his room apart in a rage. She's gone. And all he has is her word and Calhoun's word that she's going to really make it out there. That she's going to be okay at all. It's not enough.]
[Video]
[He reluctantly addresses the journal, at first looking huffy and angry.]
You know Vanellope... candy-haired, Twizzlers for brains? Looks like she went back to her own game. Rotten kid must've used a cheat code.
[A pause. The anger fades for the moment, in favor of an expression more strained and hurt.]
...Aw, who am I kidding? She didn't need to cheat. The kid's a natural. She left some drawings and junk... think they're meant for her friends. You all can come and get 'em yourselves if you want, see if I care. Just... if something doesn't look like it's for you, don't touch it, okay? [He says with a hint of agitation.]
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[Perhaps he had the patience for a few journal conversations. But then he winds up instead opting to pummel his journal until it breaks down into pieces.
He's done with this. Absolutely done. All he grabs are his bricks, his medal, and any of the drawings that Vanellope left for him, which he sloppily shoves into his front pocket. Any of the Luceti possessions he has around, he wrecks them too. This whole apartment life, this "bedroom" thing - it's not for him. And he doesn't want that princess girl to talk him out of it. He knows she could be out there if he goes into the hallway. So instead he wrecks a whole in the wall directly to the outside of CH7 and bounds off under the setting sun, lugging only a sack of bricks over his shoulder. He heads towards the farmlands, in search of any surviving burrows he made when he had Faeren. It's time to be alone again.
Just him, his bricks and his stump.]
