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78 - 50% droning
Jul. 4th, 2011 02:06 am1) Early this morning, Crowe is merrily delivering your newspapers! Maybe that's not all that strange - he has been a neighborhood paperboy for the last 16 months straight - but he's doing it with an unusual skip in his step, whistling a merry song. If he sees you, he'll give a friendly wave and say hi.
"'Morning, neighbor! This holiday is shaping up to be the best Fourth of July yet, don't you think?"
The creepiest thing drone!Crowe does is speak with an American accent, instead of his usual Irish one. Because he was born and raised in this perfect little place, after all!
2) Finished his route, Crowe stands in front of his house looking confused and almost on the edge of panic. He's been in Mayfield a long time and has only been droned once or twice, and it wasn't like this. He looks back to the house and around his neighborhood, holding his head, wondering what just happened.
"Wh-what...?"
3) By mid-day, Crowe's brain has been tearing itself in two between its personalities. It's so jarring that it's making him feel disoriented and ill. Housemates or visitors will find him going about his chores in a perky fashion (there's so much to do for the picnicking today, right?), only to drop whatever he might be holding, or stumble and grab the wall as the memories hit him like a sack of hammers. No! Holidays in Mayfield are terrible and he shouldn't be happy about it! This isn't right! Anyone passing by might find him outside, sitting on the half-finished yard next to the lawnmower, with his arms wrapped around his head. It hurt to think. since as soon as be convinced himself that he lived here and liked it, or that this wasn't where he is from at all, the opposite memories swallow him up.
[[OoC - I didn't know if the changes would be so severe or not, if it's not OK let me know, mods.]]
"'Morning, neighbor! This holiday is shaping up to be the best Fourth of July yet, don't you think?"
The creepiest thing drone!Crowe does is speak with an American accent, instead of his usual Irish one. Because he was born and raised in this perfect little place, after all!
2) Finished his route, Crowe stands in front of his house looking confused and almost on the edge of panic. He's been in Mayfield a long time and has only been droned once or twice, and it wasn't like this. He looks back to the house and around his neighborhood, holding his head, wondering what just happened.
"Wh-what...?"
3) By mid-day, Crowe's brain has been tearing itself in two between its personalities. It's so jarring that it's making him feel disoriented and ill. Housemates or visitors will find him going about his chores in a perky fashion (there's so much to do for the picnicking today, right?), only to drop whatever he might be holding, or stumble and grab the wall as the memories hit him like a sack of hammers. No! Holidays in Mayfield are terrible and he shouldn't be happy about it! This isn't right! Anyone passing by might find him outside, sitting on the half-finished yard next to the lawnmower, with his arms wrapped around his head. It hurt to think. since as soon as be convinced himself that he lived here and liked it, or that this wasn't where he is from at all, the opposite memories swallow him up.
[[OoC - I didn't know if the changes would be so severe or not, if it's not OK let me know, mods.]]
