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Nov. 26th, 2011 07:35 pm
perfectsymmetry: (sad/sympathetic)
[Action A, 846 Goldberg: Crowe wakes up in a shocked state, crawling out of the rubble and surveying the scene. He's horror-stricken for what seems like forever, when he snaps out of it and starts calling for the names of his friends. He immedaitely begins to start digging if he can't find them. After all, if Silence is trapped somewhere, he can't call out. If he doesn't find him or Lucas fast enough, anyone else who comes across him will find him in a panic as he tears through the remains, and he won't stop until he finds them.]

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Action B, 1251 Williams: Later, Crowe will head to his assigned home to check the damage there. It's no less encouraging. All he's managed to find were the bodies of his droned housemates. He managed to pull out on of the books he was sent from home, charred but mostly intact, and sits outside on the remains of the sidewalk, looking as devestated as the city.]

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[Action C, around town: Like a lot of people, Crowe is gathering supplies and provisions wherever he's able to find them, though things don't look too positive. He's also looking for anyone he knows, or anyone that might need help. His ultimate goal is to gather up enough materials and head to the highway, to see what it has to offer as far as a way out. Although, with this being a nuclear wasteland, he's not confident that he or the others in town will live long enough for it to matter...]
perfectsymmetry: (uuuh what)
1) 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.]]

56

Dec. 29th, 2010 07:46 am
perfectsymmetry: (well...)
Private action//Action locked to 1247 Williams )

[Crowe makes a call to the town this morning. There's silence for a few moments before he speaks.]

...Ah. Um, so i-it's the twenty-ninth already? Time certainly does go by fast here, doesn't it. I-is everyone out there alright? Holidays here can be rough in Mayfield, Christmas i-is no exception... Just, ah, let me know if anyone needs anything, yeah? I-I'll do whatever I can. Someone, um, someone just call me back. Anyone. Please?

55

Dec. 25th, 2010 10:21 pm
perfectsymmetry: (pensive)
[Crowe knew better than to send a letter asking for a peaceful Christmas. He should have known his wish would be granted in the most twisted way possible.

Residents of Mayfield will find him today wandering around town looking like he's trying not to panic, and muttering to himself. You'll see him looking in windows of houses, running through the streets, occasionally calling the names of his friends.

Any attempt you might make to talk to him is completely ignored. He doesn't even notice if you touch him, as he brushes right past you. He looks scared, and angry, and lost.]


No, no, no! You know this isn't real, i-it... it's not. It's just Mayfield. They're not... they're not really dead... they can't all be...

[Mayfield has him completely trapped in a delusion. To Crowe, everyone in town but him is dead. He's utterly alone, and the longer it goes on the harder it is to convince himself this isn't real.

Later you'll find him sitting on a curb, head in his hands, looking defeated. Nothing anyone says or does to him seems to get through. His not!family will find an empty present and a letter on the floor near the Christmas tree.

That night, he returns home, and hurries to his room, and locks the door.]


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