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bakerstreet2013-01-30 02:10 am
rhizomatic) wrote in bakerstreet2013-01-30 02:10 am
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Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!
૪ Post up your character -- name and canon.
૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.
૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!
૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.
૪ ????
૪ PROFIT!
You're Just An:
1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...
2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.
Okay, So Wat Do?:
1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...
2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.
3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.
4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.
5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.
6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.
7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.
8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.
9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.
10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.
11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.
8c you don't need to apologize
[What if it's a trap? It sounds like a trap. Why would another kid be running in the dark, out here?
Lenalee perks all the same, daring to toe the line and creep back in. Both hands to the crumbling stone, pulling herself up with what meagre strength she has to just barely peek over the lip. It's hard to tell like this. She'd need to lean over further...]
Are you going to drown?
/pulls a Miranda, right into the ocean
[ Running. (A frown, a wince, a frown again. Thinking. Straining to think.) That's right, he'd been running, because... there'd been that thing, that big black thing with eyes and teeth and a growl as low as a rumbling engine, that'd been coming closer and closer and he'd turned and it'd followed him and he couldn't shake it even dodging down the side streets and--
--and it could still be up there right now. ]
H-hey! Are you by yourself? Is there anyone there?
--!! OI! GET BACK HERE
Maybe he's like her.
Maybe--]
I'm by myself! [Don't tell him that.] There's nothing here, so I don't think you were running from anything at all, you could be lying. How long have you been down there?
I MUST ATOOOOONE
[ Nothing up there. Okay. Okay. Maybe whatever It was had long gone by now, but wait, didn't that mean that he'd been down here a while? ...how long a while? Was Red looking for him by now? (Throbbing forehead, making everything hard, ngh.) The mystery girl (a girl it had to be, sounded like, at least) asks something along the same lines, and he tries to look down/up far enough towards the mouth of the well to determine.....
...well, it's still dark out. That's not helpful at all. ]
A few... [ don't say "I don't know." Don't say it. ] Minutes or hours, I think, it was already dark so...
this seems too permanent a solution
She feels a twinge of suspicion (ever-present suspicion) at that hesitation, but relents to clamber up onto the lip. A tiny girl with dark shoes and skinned knees. Lenalee clutches white-knuckled at the edge, feeling sudden sharp vertigo when she leans over that half-inch more to peer down.
Down.
Down.]
You'll regret it if you're lying. I'm not scared.
but it is only meet and proper 8C
Still, those words jab enough at Chrys for him to snap back over the fear sticking up his throat. ] I'm not lyi--!
[ Cut off by another stifled yelp-- his foot slips another inch, the rope jerking again with a creak and clatter. ]
8c 8c 8c !!
He- Hey--!
[As the rope stretches, Lenalee gasps, her back going ramrod straight. She might not be the one in the well, but a trickle of sweat still beads and rolls down the curve of a baby-fat rounded cheekbone.
She isn't cruel.]
Hang on, all right?
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I-I'm okay, I'm... g-get someone-- [ Voice cracking, echoing faintly in the hollowness of the well. A dry swallow. ] --please, you have to--
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No, I can-- I can pull you up! It's okay, I'm strong--
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[ His foot aches. His leg aches, trying to hold the rest of him up. His fingers hurt where he's jamming them between tiny cracks between the stones. His heart is beating really hard, so hard his chest seems to hurt, too.
It's only by virtue of a precaution by the well's builders that Chrys hasn't plunged into the water yet. The big wooden winch sitting between the support beams creaks with his weight, but hasn't unwound further at all; a safety mechanism, built to stop the rope should the end of it plunge far too quickly. Easily released by pulling the rope up a foot or so. There's a handle to turn the winch with, barely low enough for a child to grab hold of; the stretched rope itself hangs at the edge of Lenalee's reach, from the side of the well. ]
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[And be quiet. The plants have ears. Everything does.
She takes a steeling breath for herself, though it doesn't much help, and lifts her eyes from the suspended figure to the support beam and the winch. Her hands are small, she thinks. But they're strong. She's strong.
...She can be.
Up onto trembling legs, then, knock-kneed at first. The stone scrapes beneath the soles of her shoes; crumbles at the very edges with bits of gravel tumbling down to plink into the water above/below Chrys' head. And, for a moment, Lenalee stays like that— standing stock-still and rigid on the edge of the well, dedicatedly not looking down, lips thinned so completely that they're all but white.
Then, waveringly:] I'm going to pull you up.
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...be careful.
[ He waits. And listens. And watches the silhouette moving where the mouth of the well should be, though it's hard keeping his head bent at that angle.
Those stones plink what sounds like an awful way below/above him. A few metres, at least, the height of a small house or that tree he fell off of once, except that time it just hurt a lot for a while and he'd almost, almost wanted to cry, but at least he couldn't (wouldn't) sink into the ground the same way he would with all that water, water down below. (He saw a bird drown, once, too late to do more than pick it up from the canal's edge and watch the water drip from its gaping beak. Did drowned people end up that way, too?)
Again: ] Be careful-- the rope's... slippery--
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The winch, or the rope itself...?]
It's okay.
[Breathed, not quite loud enough for him to distinctly hear, even with the well's damp walls acting as an amplifier. She takes an unsteady step to the side, swallows her heart back down when her heel slips into a crevice between the inlaid stones.
And stretches her hand out. Out and over. Don't look down. Fingertips brush the rope, curl once over empty air; she grunts, blinks a damp strand of hair from her eye, and stretches further. Don't look down--]
Gh...
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An inch. If he could just shorten that distance, by even that much...
He takes a deep breath, fills himself with it. Air's important. Air makes stuff move, like a gust of wind pushing a turbine. ]
Hnh...
[ And he tries to shift his weight to... lean, push his snared leg (his whole self) that bit closer to her side of the walls, hands creeping and straining against the stone. Just a few inches, from down here, that might be enough to move it an inch up there. Enough for her to grab hold of. ]
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She's breathcaught and sweating down the small of her back, only half aware of her surroundings (which is twice as distracted as she's comfortable being) and already panicking, just a little in the corners of her mind, of what might happen if she can't do this.
As Chrys moves, the rope creaks again, and Lenalee's heart plunges downward so fast it makes her feel sick. Impulsive, she swipes her hand, and this time her little finger curls around the rope for a second before her body weight rocks back onto her heels.
Vertigo. What if she falls. Don't look down.]
I said don't move! I can't reach it if you wiggle around!
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'm not wiggling, I'm trying to...
[ ...to hurry. To help. Because he has to do something, he can't just leave it all to her (alone, on her own), what if and there's no telling if (when) That Thing comes back, come back to find two instead of one, or just a different one instead of one, and he can't even do anything like this, stupid-stuck upside down and trapped and he hates this. He hates this. (If he's angry he can't be scared.) ]
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Very tiny hands which, as she stretches and strains and teeters so precariously, finally snag the rope and stay, and she lets out a soft sobbing noise of relief, only for it to turn to very real panic when she realizes now she can't lean back again without having to pull him up some.
Her arms feel like jelly.]
Ah--
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H-hey, are you--?
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[ somewhere in the night's silence, a pebble scrapes against the ground, and one in Lenalee's place might
(were their senses sharp)
feel watched. ]
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She stiffens, arms trembling as she locks them, and the toes of her shoes scrape against the well. She feels like she has to swallow around her heart.]
W-hat did you say you were running from, again?