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mayfield_logs2012-02-12 08:29 pm
commentboxtroll) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-12 08:29 pm
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gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love
Who: Caesar, Virginia, and Balin.
What: Horrible flowers, Caesar's now yandere for Virginia, and Balin obviously needs to get lost.
Where: 847 Goldberg St.
When: 13th through the 15th
Warnings: none, 'cause Caesar is a scrub who ain't getting no love? idk, maybe someone will punch him.
[Lo and behold, on the morning of the thirteenth, there is a mysterious vase of flowers on the kitchen table of 847 Goldberg Street. That is more than enough to put Caesar on guard. For once, he's the first to be up, though that's more attributed to his sudden change of heart about sleeping in his own room (he's taken over the couch instead) and, well, it isn't quite as comfortable as a bed.
He's kept away from the vase while setting the coffee pot to brew and finding something for an early breakfast, but they've proven to be boring so far. Nothing suddenly exploding out of the vase, they aren't growing into terrible crushing vines, they're just sitting there, looking pretty.
Maybe someone else actually brought them here after all?
Cup of coffee in one hand, he steps over to the table and leans closer for a look. Those yellow ones smell... hmm...]
Hey, did anyone--! [Oh. He spots the card and his yell to ask if anyone had brought them in dies mid-sentence. He'll read that instead, but it only makes things stranger.] ...from my what?
What: Horrible flowers, Caesar's now yandere for Virginia, and Balin obviously needs to get lost.
Where: 847 Goldberg St.
When: 13th through the 15th
Warnings: none, 'cause Caesar is a scrub who ain't getting no love? idk, maybe someone will punch him.
[Lo and behold, on the morning of the thirteenth, there is a mysterious vase of flowers on the kitchen table of 847 Goldberg Street. That is more than enough to put Caesar on guard. For once, he's the first to be up, though that's more attributed to his sudden change of heart about sleeping in his own room (he's taken over the couch instead) and, well, it isn't quite as comfortable as a bed.
He's kept away from the vase while setting the coffee pot to brew and finding something for an early breakfast, but they've proven to be boring so far. Nothing suddenly exploding out of the vase, they aren't growing into terrible crushing vines, they're just sitting there, looking pretty.
Maybe someone else actually brought them here after all?
Cup of coffee in one hand, he steps over to the table and leans closer for a look. Those yellow ones smell... hmm...]
Hey, did anyone--! [Oh. He spots the card and his yell to ask if anyone had brought them in dies mid-sentence. He'll read that instead, but it only makes things stranger.] ...from my what?
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Yeah. Changed your mind like everything else in'a past few days.
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Really? I can't think of what else I've changed lately.
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[Not counting the spiders in the pancakes, of course.]
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I make coffee all the time! And I don't see what's so weird about learning to cook something. Or why I shouldn't be upset that you thought I would ever hurt Virginia.
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... Hurt's'a little strong'a word for'at kinda prank.
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[The sarcasm is so thick you can serve it on toast.]
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[Caesar's not sounding too good here. There's an edge to his words that isn't like him at all, too frantic, maybe even inching towards hysterical as the conversation carries on. If the uncertainty of whether he did or didn't come up with a prank wasn't enough to prove something was wrong...]
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[Balin walks over to Caesar. A little slow, somewhat cautious borne of suspicion but not entirely treating Caesar like a threat.]
Yeah, fine, maybe you were. So what? Goin' off like you did just 'cause you reminded me of it?
[And now might be a good time to voice his concerns ...]
Shit, Caesar, you were actin' strange ever since Thanksgivin', but somethin' is definitely wrong with you now. What'a hell's goin' on?
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He points it menacingly towards Balin.]
The only thing wrong here is you. You stay the hell away from Virginia, Wilbur, or you'll be sorry. I'll make sure of that.
[Well then.]
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That's how it's gonna be? Really, Caesar?
[At least now, it's pretty clear what Caesar had been doing with all those "accidents" throughout the previous days. Which, given his snmooping around in the workstation with a screwdiver can only mean ...]
I got a better deal; you step back from my workstation. You get me?
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[But as far gone as he is, he isn't completely irrational. Even in such a state, Caesar knows he can't take Balin in a fair fight; he has all the advantages. The best Caesar has is being armed, but a screwdriver makes a poor offense, less so in his hands. He can't fight. They both know it. The only option is to slowly move away from the workstation.
There's no shame in a retreat, anyway. He'll just have to try something else, some other time.]
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Fuck's sake, are you sweet on Virginia or somethin'? Why're you takin' it out on me and not talkin' to her about it?
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Sweet on her? I love her. [That's said with more conviction than Caesar should even be capable of.] But then you had to show up and get in our way. Why don't you hurry up and get droned for good? It would save us all this trouble.
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Yeah, one problem with'at—she had'a hots for some guy named Itachi. Never once mentioned anything about you havin' feelings for her.
[Come to think of it, Balin doesn't really know what Virginia thinks of him. Even when the town tried to reinforce the role they'd stuck both of them into.]
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[Yeah, because that doesn't at all sound insane... Though he's never heard of this Itachi before. That causes him to delay his retreat, just for a moment.]
Who? Who's Itachi? No, you're making that up. She's never said anything about an Itachi! You're just trying to get me to go after someone else, aren't you? Like a coward. I thought you were at least brave, Balin...
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Yeah, like I got a reason to lie. You know what? Next time she's around, ask her yourself. An' stop tryin'a fuck with me just 'cause you got a crush you can't handle.
[Which begs the question ... what exactly is causing Caesar to act like this? That part he hasn't figured out yet.]
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I am handling it! Getting rid of all my obstacles is handling it. And even if there was an Itachi, it won't matter, because I'm here for her now. So just stay away from her, got it?
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[It's that part which is why Balin had so much trouble realizing that this probably isn't some hidden side of Caesar.]
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You might be, for all I know. Who's to say you wouldn't have been on that plaque along with the rest if you'd been here for it? Take out enough people and with a little luck, maybe you would've been able to level the entire town...
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Fuck that. I don't go an' try to kill people who don't deserve it. Which is more than I can say of you, the way you've been goin'ese past few days!
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