twenty one | drones up, bros down

[strike_you_out]

[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...]

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger will reflect on this moment later and wonder how in the world his drone knew this girl's name when he's never met her. Presently, he'll give Pokey a "chiding" look by drone-standards.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His voice is defensive, but still not as whining as he could pull off undroned. He clicks his tongue a bit as he stares at Clod.]

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh.

Mom and dad just wanted me to check up on you guys. They're more worried about you guys.

[Lying her way over to the boys, she sits down just a few feet away from the duo.]

You sure you tough guys can handle the night all alone?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Pretty soon he's smiling again, self-assured.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey look the "coward" part of his personality when he's a drone isn't different. But he can't look bad in front of his pal, so he'll just nod his head.]

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

You're probably right. Girls just weren't meant for ghost stories.

[Clod gives what should pass off as an embarrassing giggle. The people she's talking to are drones, though so there's a good chance they wouldn't have able to tell, fortunately enough.

What catches the girl's attention now are the ashes and soot found around Slugger's pant leg. It appears he hasn't noticed that just yet. Clod recalls what Pokey said about the punishments this place doles out to those who would cause trouble.

It was easy to see what happened here.]

But it's not just the stories I'm worried about. Somebody...

[Putting on her most worried face which is quite a feat for the usually condescending little girl...]

Actually died here.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger's brave smile gives way to curiosity. Even as a drone, he does love a good horror story. Or even a bad horror story considering the lame movies he loves to watch.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just groans and rolls his eyes. Clearly it's another one of his little sister's tall tales, and his frown just deepens as he looks back to her.]

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[The location... is a mystery. The same goes for the victim as well. All Clod knows is that somebody died and the method of murder was...]

That's right. In the park. And he was burned to death too. The woman didn't even see it coming.

You would've known too if you read the papers, Pokey.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[For a passing moment, Slugger looks thoughtful and even inadvertently brushes a hand over the ash mark on his pant leg. But when he looks up again, it's with that vacant and painfully cheerful smile.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey's expression sours a bit more too, and he looks at his hand. He doesn't know why. He almost, faintly, thinks he smells turpentine on it, but he pretty quickly brushes that thought aside before turning back to face Clod.]

I apologize for the typo in the last post. Gyack.

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

Ghosts are one thing. All they can do is scare you. Murderers, on the other hand...

[Despite the worried look on Clod's face, she's actually laughing quite hard inside of her mind. The boys will return to their original selves soon enough.

Here's hoping they remember this little chat.]

no prob :)

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slipping a book of matches from his pocket, Slugger has crouched before the stick-pile and is attempting to get a bonfire started.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey meanwhile is just finishing getting everything set up before finally coming over.]

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

Just looking out for you guys is all.

Have fun, boys.

[Figuring out most of what happened, Clod leaves the two. It's not as if what she learned is all that important to her on a personal level.

However, knowing that your so-called brother is capable of murder is a nice piece of information to keep inside your pocket.]