springtime4me | Entries tagged with hitler

Ummm..... since Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and Mayfield considers that a holiday, I thought I might give the newer people fair warning. The town usually does something involving the turkeys. And possibly trapping people in their assigned houses.

Maybe nothing will happen this year, but it's probably best to be careful anyway.

[He's about to hang up, when he remembers something else.]

Oh, umm.... this is kind of unrelated, but I've been thinking of trying to start a sewing and crafts club. I thought it might be fun. All experience levels would be welcome, of course.

I sew myself, mostly small things like stuffed animals, but I'd be willing to teach anyone who was interested. And I'd certainly appreciate the chance to learn from someone with more experience than me.

[/// Locked to

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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.

[This week in mayfield had been especially rough on everyone. Hitler was no exception. Since the only other person in his house was a robot, he'd decided it was safer to drink the milk himself. So he went down every morning, snagged a bottle, and hid in his room. Every day. And every day, he'd gotten the poison. So he'd been dead for most of the week.

But he's trying not to think about that. Today, he just wants to relax a little. Which is why he's in the park with his sewing supplies. He appears to be making tiny, stuffed sheep. And he's tying different colored ribbon around thier necks. With different little charms on them. They're pretty cute, actually. And he's just putting the finishing touches on one right now.]

There. All done.

I wonder who I should give this one to...?

[After his conversation with the Major on the fifth, Hitler went home and spent the next several days locked in his room. He hasn't called anyone. Why should he trouble them with his problems anyway? He's already done that more than enough. It's a hard blow to take, hearing someone say what he'd feared all along. But then again, hearing the truth does hurt. Especially the truth about yourself. He was a fool, and a hypocrite. And really not all that different from his original besides. And he still had those insurmountable sins weighing on his soul.

But Mayfield had made him forget that. However briefly, he had thought that maybe he deserved a life of his own. That maybe he could have friends. That perhaps he could cast off the dark shadow cast by his original.

He should know better. He used to. How could he let himself forget?

When he finally emerges from the house, with no real destination in mind, he finds himself back at the park. Sitting under a tree, feeling more lost and depressed than he has in a long time.]

Everything that just happened...... can we really blame the town this time?

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

I'm not so sure.....

[//filtered to Tiffany]

Umm..... Tiffany? I was just wondering..... if you'd like to go to the prom. With me. It sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun.

[//Filtered to Kay Faraday]

Kay? It's Hitler. I was wondering if you could give me some advice. What do you think I should wear to the prom?

[Action// at the bakery]

[Hitler is at the Mayfield Bakery buying a cupcake. And a small package of candles. As an afterthought, he gets a second cupcake. he's pretty sure Sideswipe can't eat them, but his not!sister might like one.]

[Action for housemates]

[Hitler is sitting at the dining room table with two cupcakes. One of them has a candle in it. He is humming 'Happy Birthday' very quietly. Sad, isn't it?]

[Later, he's coming outside to talk to not!Dad. He seems slightly nervous.]

Umm..... Mr. Sideswipe? Could.... Could I ask you for a favor? It's okay if you don't want to, I really shouldn't be bothering you, anyway.

[Hitler can be seen around town today, in and out of stores. Mostly the ones that sell things like jewelry, perfume, and other girl's accessories. He's taking Kay's advice that a bought present is better than a homemade one. But, seriously, he has no idea what kind of presents girls like.]

Maybe flowers would be better....

[Girls like those, right?]

[//Phone, filtered to Tiffany.]

Hi.... umm, I was thinking that it would be nice to go out to dinner. With you.

If you want to, that is.

[He's even saved up for the most expensive place in town.]

[If Hitler knows you, he is knocking on your door, looking a little nervous. He has the tape with him that he got from the gas station, as well as his school bag. He needs to find someone who either has, or could make a cassette player. But he's too worried to ask on the phones.]

Ummm..... Do you have a minute? It's kind of important.

[OOC: If you've had an actual conversation with him, then he knows you. He can't afford to be picky right now.]

[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?

[[Action for Housemates:]]

Umm... Mr. Sideswipe? Would it be okay if I had a pet? I promise I'll take good care of him...

[Well, Sideswipe, Hitler brought home a puppy. And he really wants to keep it. And drone!mom naturally told him that it was 'up to his father.' Good luck with that.]

[Afterwards, Hitler can be found in several places today:

A) The pet store, buying food and toys for his new dog. He looks to be in a really good mood today.

B) Walking his new fluffy doggie. Don't worry, he's very responsible about cleaning up after it.

C) At the library, getting books about training puppies.]

( 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?

[Hitler read through his very interesting mail this morning and then spent several hours trying to fit all this in with previous clues. And once again, there's something nagging at the back of his mind. He remembers all the discussion that happened after the Westport incident ended. It was months ago now, but.... Maybe someone kept some of it.]

Ummm.... this may seem like an odd request, but does anyone have copies of the Westport notes and letters? I mean, copies that they wouldn't mind sharing?

[OOC: This is really just his mun trying to figure out if she can get him access to a specific clue so he can make a certain connection. ^^; lol, why does Hitler have the most information out of all of my characters....]

[All of these reminders of Westport have been weighing heavily on the citizen's of Mayfield who remember that horrible place. Hitler has been keeping his head down and avoiding the Hazmats and Sergei as best he can. But he has been listening to the information being passed around. He's also taken to carrying around his one souvenier from Westport. The half burnt police badge with the name -an Olney. And every day on the way home from school, he's been stopping across the street from the police station. Staring, for just a few minutes, wondering what kind of circumstances could have lead to this mess.]

Evan Olney..... I wonder what led him to betray his friends....

[Hitler has read the fine print, listened to everyone's admittedly valid concerns, and looked at his list, and found nothing very interesting on it. But it seems that he can get his student ID back for only 5 box tops. That would be easy to collect. And maybe then he could ask about the 'processing fee.' It couldn't be too high for something so small, right? So he's gone to the store, gotten 5 boxes of cereal and is just about to head to the post office. But he'll make a quick call first.]

I've heard that everyone is suspicious of the processing fees. But we won't learn anything by speculation. So I'm going to the post office now to turn in 5 box tops and ask about the fees for more expensive things. I'll let you all know if I find anything.

[Feel free to catch him on the phone before he leaves or on his way to the post office.]

[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...

[Hitler is out and about running errands for his drone mom. He always did what she asked, so he hasn't noticed the mother's day effect yet. Right now, he's picking up some groceries. And maybe a card. That would be a nice thing to do. And now he's lingering in front of the flower shoppe.]

Maybe she'd like flowers too...

[Umm, go ahead and poke if you like. Full permission to do whatever you like.]