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Shounen Bat (Lil' Slugger) ([personal profile] strike_you_out) wrote2011-08-14 03:21 pm
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twenty one | drones up, bros down

[Slugger and Pokey, who've been droned for committing their first murder together, decide to do what bros do best and go on a camping trip. Backdated to the afternoon and evening directly following Black Mage's untimely death.

(A) 726 Anderson Lane
[Housemates are welcome to notice Slugger's unusually high spirits as he gathers up the necessary supplies for a camping trip: sleeping bag, lantern, marshmallows, food, etc. Closer inspection will reveal an ashy black substance on his pant leg and a lingering scent of smoke and burnt flesh that seems to follow him from place to place.]

(B) John Doe Park
[Two droned boys are setting up their tent and campfire in the park near the pond. Once enough sticks are gathered in a pile and the bonfire is started, there will be marshmallow roasting and bromance by the fire. Later on, possible ghost stories followed by a game of "what was that noise outside?" once they've retreated into their tent. (Possible posting order: you > Slugger > Pokey)]

(C) Park; early next morning
[While fast asleep in his sleeping bag, the droning begins to wear off. Soon, Slugger will awaken to find that his nightmare is actually a reality...]

Re: A

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Here comes a clue...]

Hey there, Pops.


[Big smile as he passes. Slugger disappears into the kitchen, gathering things like matches and marshmallows to put in his knapsack.]
Edited 2011-08-14 20:43 (UTC)

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. He's been droned. Wonderful. Sighing, Eddie folds the paper and sets it down before heading into the kitchen after Slugger.]

What are you doing with those matches?

[He doesn't trust Slugger with fire, droned or undroned.]

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)


[The book of matches are dropped into the knapsack. He then packs two of Pinkie's cupcakes in a paper bag.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is so weird.]

How could I possibly forget?

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)


[And now he's filling a canteen with water at the sink. A vague aroma of charred flesh may be reaching Edward's nose by this point from an unknown source.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[And that scent reaches Edward's nostrils right about now.]

...were you cooking something earlier?

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)


[He caps the canteen and slings its strap over his shoulder for carrying. The scent is an unpleasant one. Whatever burned had been burnt to a blackened crisp.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'll fan the air in front of him a little bit to try and ward it off, but wow that stench just got pretty unpleasant. Whatever he burnt, it's pretty bad. He makes a mental note to try and figure it out once he's back to normal.]

Do the world a favor and take a shower before you head out, Slugger.

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)


[sounding about as disappointed as a drone is capable. The eerie cheerfulness from before is still there, just subdued. Slugger finishes packing a few more things in his bag before heading toward the bathroom. He doesn't seem to be aware of the smell.]