[ yup! still angry. boothill, hatless, has kicked the bed in half and trashed it. his knuckles have been beat up and scratched where they've fruitlessly punched at the walls, the iron sharp and frayed and broken, exposing the shadows and some wires underneath.
he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl. ]
[ :( i'm sorry rin he's just being an insane robot...
but when he takes a step back to face him properly, a little tic happens in his head, making him blink hard. it's only for a moment before he glares again. ]
If you ain't gonna let me outta here then get out.
boothill grits his teeth and flexes his fingers. the scraped iron of his knuckles makes it hard to close his fists. he's so angry, but he can't yell at this normal ass guy. ]
Frumpkin was out there, so I knew he was too. Everyone else was passed the fork out in their lounges. I felt like I was losing my forkin' mind. I had to get it out on somebody before I forkin' burned out or combusted or whatever the fudge.
Yeah, I was so forkin' angry my circuits were fried, but that don't mean I was...
[ it just feels so incredibly insulting, calling him scared. it makes him want to rip his hair out. but also, some part of him knows it's true, even in a small sense. that thought slips through the anger, carves into it like a sharpened knife through a sheet of paper.
boothill lowers his head. yes, he was scared—of losing himself completely again. of doing something so against his code. of killing a friend with his bare hands. essek died a disgraceful death. ]
No... Fork me. Fork it all. [ he lowers his voice. his shoulders slack. ] Yeah. You know what? I was.
[ If there's anything that Rin knows, it's being scared. He's just a normal kid after all, thrown into a murdergame... He's terrified and useless most of the time, but at least it means that he can approach fear without any judgment. ]
... It doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry that you were. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're afraid.
I don't think anyone will give you grief over it so... don't grief yourself too much either.
Uh... not really. I like a lot of stuff. Ridin' horses, goin' to the lake, playin' the guitar, eatin'... When I get old, I wanna be a cowboy just like in Nick's stories.
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week 0, monday, gate area
Is very focused... ]
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Tryna bust it open?
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Sort of. It probably won't go anywhere, but feels like... might as well try?
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boothill reaches for the handle and messes with it.... ]
Huh. Think we might get somewhere if I break it off?
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[ huffs ]
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[ holds up his arm as if he's got guns and he's not just metal. ]
You stand back now.
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Are you sure you won't break something?
1/2
[ boothill reels his hand back and gives the handle a big ole chop ]
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otherwise nothing happens. the rest of the doorknob is still locked in. ]
Well, fork me.
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... That's not too surprising.
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Well.
[ leaves it on a seat somewhere. ]
Let's get outta here.
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[ THERE ARE NO POLICE ]
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Y'know... thinkin' about it, I don't think anyone would come after us if we broke somethin'.
[ says it after the fact. also they are still holding hands. ]
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week 0, saturday
Is he still feeling like breaking things? ]
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he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl. ]
Let me outta here.
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I don't think we can. [ Regretfully. They know how this goes. ] It's supposed to be just like last time.
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[ :( i'm sorry rin he's just being an insane robot...
but when he takes a step back to face him properly, a little tic happens in his head, making him blink hard. it's only for a moment before he glares again. ]
If you ain't gonna let me outta here then get out.
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Sorry. Everyone must be asking you why you did it, haven't they?
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boothill grits his teeth and flexes his fingers. the scraped iron of his knuckles makes it hard to close his fists. he's so angry, but he can't yell at this normal ass guy. ]
Frumpkin was out there, so I knew he was too. Everyone else was passed the fork out in their lounges. I felt like I was losing my forkin' mind. I had to get it out on somebody before I forkin' burned out or combusted or whatever the fudge.
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You were scared?
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The fork are you sayin', scared?
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Yeah. You said you felt like you might combust, so... Were you scared about what was happening to you?
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[ it just feels so incredibly insulting, calling him scared. it makes him want to rip his hair out. but also, some part of him knows it's true, even in a small sense. that thought slips through the anger, carves into it like a sharpened knife through a sheet of paper.
boothill lowers his head. yes, he was scared—of losing himself completely again. of doing something so against his code. of killing a friend with his bare hands. essek died a disgraceful death. ]
No... Fork me. Fork it all. [ he lowers his voice. his shoulders slack. ] Yeah. You know what? I was.
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... It doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry that you were. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're afraid.
I don't think anyone will give you grief over it so... don't grief yourself too much either.
week 7, tuesday
he's at the orchard, wearing his usual cowboy hat and hefting an old ladder up to one of the trees. there's a burlap sack on the ground next to it.
after he sets the ladder down, he sees rin nearby and tips his head. ]
You here to do some apple-pickin' too?
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becomes a baby too ]
Are you looking for a snack?
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I'm Boothill. Who're— I mean, what's your name?
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[ hehe ]
Apples are a pretty good snack... I'll help you pick!
[ Starts climbing one of the trees like a squirrel. ]
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[ starts climbing after him!!! ]
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[ Struggles with his baby arms but eventually gets onto a branch. Watching to see if Boothill is following. ]
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You're a swimmer?
[ once he settles on the branch next to rin, he looks worriedly towards the rest of the meadow. ]
If Nick catches me up here again, he's gonna get real cross with me...
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Yep! [ swimming!! ] Who's Nick?
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[ another wary look around before he straddles the branch, takes off his hat, and starts dropping apples into it. ]
Anyway, anyone can be a swimmer. What's so special about it?
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Anyone can be a swimmer. [ He agrees! ] But I'm dedicating my life to it.
And I'm going to be the best.
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You like swimmin' that much? What happens if you're the best?
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[ Glancing at him. ]
Don't you have something you're crazy about?
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[ and oh. thinks. ]
Uh... not really. I like a lot of stuff. Ridin' horses, goin' to the lake, playin' the guitar, eatin'... When I get old, I wanna be a cowboy just like in Nick's stories.