Daryl Dixon (
squirrelhunter) wrote in
paradisa2012-06-04 04:08 am
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Hunt 010 ~ [Action/Dictated]
[Galadriel and Murphy]
Thanks... F'r helpin' me in the woods. [The words seem to be a bit hard to say. He's never been good at this stuff.] Sorry I ain't said this sooner.
[That's all that's gonna be said.]
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[Daryl's going to be limping into the kitchen, tossing his journal onto the table. The redneck has a walking stick and a wrapped up ankle, indicating a pretty bad sprain, at least.
He hobbles on over to the freezer and takes out one of those microwaveable ready-meals, before turning to--
What is that? What even is that?]
You people can't just leave fuckin' sticky notes when y'break shit, can ya?!
Thanks... F'r helpin' me in the woods. [The words seem to be a bit hard to say. He's never been good at this stuff.] Sorry I ain't said this sooner.
[That's all that's gonna be said.]
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[Daryl's going to be limping into the kitchen, tossing his journal onto the table. The redneck has a walking stick and a wrapped up ankle, indicating a pretty bad sprain, at least.
He hobbles on over to the freezer and takes out one of those microwaveable ready-meals, before turning to--
What is that? What even is that?]
You people can't just leave fuckin' sticky notes when y'break shit, can ya?!

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A what?
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[It doesn't cross Daryl's mind that this information may have been intentionally kept from him.]
S'a small square o'paper, bit of glue on one side, use it t'stick notes t'shit. Usually when ya outta milk or ya break th'fuckin' microwave again.
[Not cool, man. He dragged his ass down here for nothin'!]
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Okay, cool! [Sorry Daryl, he regrets nothing]
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[The perp's ass has a date with one of Daryl's arrows.]
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It was a demon from hell, actually. But it's gone now!
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.. What did you do to your ankle?
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I ain't gotta tell you shit.
video whooooops
[A sigh.]
.. I might be able to help you. Have you had it checked out?
You mean action?
[Asking was a bad idea in general, Esther. Still, he's going to hobble on around the kitchen, using the oven to heat his food instead of the evil microwave.
He doesn't seem too used to the walking stick, wincing occasionally as he jars his sprained ankle.]
action; right that. D:
[She's a quick one. In fact, quick enough that she's going to try and poke his ankle with her foot, hard. Or at least, hard enough to get some sort of reaction.]
If it's broken, you could never use that foot again!
/hugs
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You alright, mate?
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Fine.
[He's just going to be hobbling around the kitchen, occasionally glaring at the microwave spawning black ooze.]
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What th'fuck's it t'you?
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Daryl, to end
What th' fuck did they break up there, now?
To end
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[His ankle's not fully healed just yet.]
Some sorta black shit're somethin' comin' from it.
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Could be one'a them lobsters.
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