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revivalproject2024-09-06 05:22 pm
target_audience) wrote in revivalproject2024-09-06 05:22 pm
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Deadly Friend
WHO: Stu, Billoo, and Donnie
WHERE: Donnie's house!
WHAT: The boys drop in for a friendly movie night
WHEN: Beginning of September
WARNINGS: There's some obvious manipulation going on here that could be skeevy, but no one should die this time.
Knowing how to pull a trigger didn't feel nearly as mindblowing as knowing how to manage a power plant, and for the first time in his life, Stu wasn't watching for people or picture-perfect scenes as they (reluctantly) meandered down the empty streets. He was wondering at how every leaning, infested building was connected, empty eyed now but wound with arteries that bound them all together, back to a humming heart of the great, dead city. He knew how to animate them, if he wanted, prop them up like convincing dummies, bring the whole scene to life. It was almost an effective distraction from not having a fucking car. Stu still expressed his frustration with wild kicks at rocks that sent them hurtling through windows and an occasional shove at Billy if he got too enthusiastic while explaining the elaborate measures he would have to take to effectively electrocute a linked chain of ten people to death using the Agrii's power system. Ten, exactly ten, was actually an ambitious number. This way, the journey was only longer when his pun was stupid enough, or the shoving was irritating enough that Billy had to retaliate, and they were delayed by a scuffle that left their clothes dusty and hands scraped by the time they made it to the ominous cluster of factories. Stu had to sober enough to ensure none of that wrestling had done any obvious damage to their replacement communicator device before passing it off to Billy and pointing enthusiastically toward the one building with light spilling out of its cracks between the long shadows.
"Dooon-NIE!" Stu's voice broke the hush of the abandoned neighbourhood as they approached, scaring a swirl of roosting birds up into the sky and bouncing off of the walls, like it could chase out the kid just as well. "DON, BABY!" One of the doors was going to eventually open, and Stu was ready to slap his hands on either side of the frame with a wide-eyed grin and greet, "Hey, kiddo. You up for a party? Of course you are." Stu and Billy were dusty and sweating from the long walk in the unrelenting heat. They at least deserved the courtesy of a brief interlude.
WHERE: Donnie's house!
WHAT: The boys drop in for a friendly movie night
WHEN: Beginning of September
WARNINGS: There's some obvious manipulation going on here that could be skeevy, but no one should die this time.
Knowing how to pull a trigger didn't feel nearly as mindblowing as knowing how to manage a power plant, and for the first time in his life, Stu wasn't watching for people or picture-perfect scenes as they (reluctantly) meandered down the empty streets. He was wondering at how every leaning, infested building was connected, empty eyed now but wound with arteries that bound them all together, back to a humming heart of the great, dead city. He knew how to animate them, if he wanted, prop them up like convincing dummies, bring the whole scene to life. It was almost an effective distraction from not having a fucking car. Stu still expressed his frustration with wild kicks at rocks that sent them hurtling through windows and an occasional shove at Billy if he got too enthusiastic while explaining the elaborate measures he would have to take to effectively electrocute a linked chain of ten people to death using the Agrii's power system. Ten, exactly ten, was actually an ambitious number. This way, the journey was only longer when his pun was stupid enough, or the shoving was irritating enough that Billy had to retaliate, and they were delayed by a scuffle that left their clothes dusty and hands scraped by the time they made it to the ominous cluster of factories. Stu had to sober enough to ensure none of that wrestling had done any obvious damage to their replacement communicator device before passing it off to Billy and pointing enthusiastically toward the one building with light spilling out of its cracks between the long shadows.
"Dooon-NIE!" Stu's voice broke the hush of the abandoned neighbourhood as they approached, scaring a swirl of roosting birds up into the sky and bouncing off of the walls, like it could chase out the kid just as well. "DON, BABY!" One of the doors was going to eventually open, and Stu was ready to slap his hands on either side of the frame with a wide-eyed grin and greet, "Hey, kiddo. You up for a party? Of course you are." Stu and Billy were dusty and sweating from the long walk in the unrelenting heat. They at least deserved the courtesy of a brief interlude.