9th Picture [Phone/Action] [Backdated a bit]

[bestpapaever]

[Phone]

[Droned Hughes feels pretty bad about hitting one of his comrades earlier. He'll have to apologize, because that was totally uncalled for]

I would like to apologize to our glorious nation for my ridiculous actions--I was fooled by the toxins those capitalist pigs forced on us. However, I am now entirely cleansed of my ridiculous thoughts and

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[sanctusdei]

…told you you'd be back.

[best_papa_evar]

[He's working pretty well despite this little problem of his.]

It doesn't take--[He grunts, shifting a large crank downward.]--a rocket scientist to figure that one out, buddy.

[sanctusdei]

...you had two hands when you left here yesterday.

[best_papa_evar]

[He frowns, but continues to work his shift.]

...That's right. I did.

( action #1 )

[generose]

( did someone say impossible job? because elizabeth still isn't sure about this whole landing on the moon deal. but she'll quietly be walking through the park toward home after another failed day of trying to either a) find a rocket ship or b) find some way of making her assignment even remotely work. she's dirty, she's tried but most of all she's worried and now-

now she has a bunch of beets suddenly at her feet. looking down at the sight with something of a blank stare and then glancing around, noticing the man on the sitting on the bench. )

Um, are you... are you all right?

Re: ( action #1 )

[best_papa_evar]

[He looks up wearily, and smiles.]

Ahaha, I'm fine... Sorry, I think this place got to me for a minute. I'll be fine, miss.

[generose]

A-ah, that's understandable. ( fidget, before suddenly pointing toward some of the beets. ) Do you need any help getting these up?

[best_papa_evar]

Ah, if you could--[He bends down and uses his remaining hand to place a beet in the bag. After all, this was pretty important. It'd keep them alive for a while, at least...]

What are you doing out here? It'll be getting late soon...

Phone!

[glowing_science]

M-Mr. Hughes...? [What the hell...?!]

Re: Phone!

[somthinsnotrite]

Is there something wrong, comrade Skye?

I like the journal name! XD

[glowing_science]

What... what are you apologizing for?

[Holy crap, he is droned.]

NaziHughes is too simple. >X3

[somthinsnotrite]

I was apologizing for acting out of line in the factory--it was unnatural of me to do such a thing to a fellow comrade when he was merely doing his job and making our country a better place to live.

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[kimitoaruiteku]

Mr... Mr. Hughes...

[best_papa_evar]

[Alphonse! He quickly tucks his stump into his pocket--of course he pockets his other hand, too, to avoid suspicion--and smiles; there's no need to worry you any more than usual, right?]

Alphonse--are you doing all right?

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Too late, he already saw.] Your hand...

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[best_papa_evar]

[His smile fades. Shit.]

2~

[resurrectinto]

[Margot is passing by and instantly stiffens when she sees him. There's a moment where she wants to make a snarky comment about 'Comrade' Hughes, but she stops herself, noticing the bloody stump.

As someone who's lost a body part in her world, she can sympathise, her face twisting into a grimace. Still not sure if he's a drone or not, she approaches, voice soft.]

Evening.

[best_papa_evar]

[He looks up, at first unable to put a familiar name to her in his mental haze of 'screw this Westgrad place'... but then he recognizes her and smiles, though it's empty and he knows damn well it looks it.]

Aha... good evening, Ms. Sullivan...

[resurrectinto]

[She sits down next to him and glances at his hand, then away.]

Margot. You don't have to use 'miss.' It makes me feel old.

[best_papa_evar]

What are you talk about, Margot? You look like a ray of youth! Feeling old when you look so young is a crime.