springtime4me: (shadowed smile)
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[Hitler was honestly expecting something like this after that phone call. And waking up in the bowling alley is an improvement to being trapped in a car all day. He is a little disappointed though. He had privately been hoping that the town might pair him with Tiffany this time. But he should have known he wasn't that lucky.

He doesn't recognize the girl with him, but figures he'd better wake her up and explain what's happened.]


Umm.... excuse me....

Don't be alarmed, but the town has started another one of it's.......

[What do you even call what the town does? Events? Games? Experiments?]

....things.
springtime4me: (worried)
[Hitler was surprised to get another package from the town. Usually those came after some kind of horrible week long torture. But he opens it anyway. And almost wishes he hadn't. How.... how could he have forgotten? Even if the town was responsible, it seemed like he should have known somehow.

What if... what if she had remembered too?

....


What if she hadn't? Maybe he should call her. But wait. No. It wasn't fair to drag this back out into the open. Besides, he'd given up any hope of relationships long ago....

But they'd never gotten the chance to say goodbye. But that doesn't mean anything. She'd probably moved on. And then she'd probably forgotten too. And... The best thing to do was not mention it, right? To just ignore the whole thing so that he doesn't bother her. Right.

So why was he picking up the phone. And calling her.

Oh, Crap! It was ringing! Hang up quick.

...............

Damn. Okay. maybe try again. Dialing... ringing... Oh, god someone picked up! What do? Hang up again.

Now what...? Okay... one more try.]


Umm..... h- hello?
springtime4me: (shadowed smile)
non!action for housemates.... )

[Hitler has been sitting in that bunker for the better part of two days. He isn't stupid. He knows exactly what he has to do. And it's probably what he should do. The town was probably trying to teach him a lesson about believing that he could escape who and what he was. Believing that he could make friends and have a life of his own. He didn't deserve any of that. But.... did he really deserve this? To die the way his original did? Was there no way to escape fate? He had prayed for answers, clutching his Almighty Dolly tightly, like a lifeline. But none came.  Maybe now it's time to accept his fate......

So he picks up the gun, and the phone, and makes one last call. This call is for purely practical reasons, but he can't quite keep his voice steady.]


He- hello? Umm..... I was just wondering...... If.... someone was going to k-kill themselves, with a gun, what would be the least painful way?
springtime4me: (shadowed smile)

[A very hesistant voice comes over the phone sometime monday afternoon.]

H- hello? I was wondering if someone could give me some advice. Does anyone know what it means to 'relay a dog?' I was told to do that by the town, but I'm not even sure what it means...

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