Memory 001: Starting over again.

[forgotten_titan]

Good morning 625 Topper Street! Usually, the house would be filled with the chatter of the drone!kids and the drone!wife as they start the day all fresh and chirpy. However, this time there's something, or rather someone, who's acting out of the "ordinary" for drones. Rather, when the drone!mum pops up to shake her "daughter" awake, all she gets is

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625 Topper Street

[bye_to_yer_head]

*It's 7 a.m. It's 7 a.m. and Sniper is currently in the kitchen grabbing a beer. No this is not unusual in any way. He was actually hoping he could time this so that he'd be in the kitchen while the drone!mom was waking up the kids and then out again before she came back down. But then he turns around and stares.

That's... that's not either of his drone kids.*

Th' hell are you doing?

*First impressions are key afterall, at least he hasn't gone for his knife.*

[bye_to_yer_head]

*They're everywhere okay!! He's not paranoid.*

Yea. Been here a little over a month. There's a whole bloody list 'f places I'd rather be than here in Mayfield.

*He almost checks his empty beer can at the drone, but on second thought he tosses it in the sink. If she runs off she'll likely get droned and just come back anyway.*

Least you get yer own room.

[forgotten_titan]

(YES HE IS.)

And we can't leave? Why?

(She doesn't want her own room, she just wants to go home. Where everything is nice and normal, and she has her dad with her. But seeing as he's hasn't tried to hurt her yet, she does relax. A little.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

No idea. But you don't 'ave to take my word fer it, go ahead an' try to leave. You'll jus' end up back here.

*He kicks open the fridge and grabs another beer.*

You want one?

[forgotten_titan]

(She eyes him warily. She MIGHT just try that later.)

No thanks. I'm not allowed to drink until I'm 21.

So, if we're supposed to be prisoners here, how come we're not stuck in jail cells, or something?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Why th' hell not?

Because th' town loikes t' mess with us. I don't 'ave all the answers.

[forgotten_titan]

Isn't it against the law to drink until you're 21?

Is there a prison guard, or a security system to keep us all trapped here then?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Not where I'm from.

*Of course she's not exactly 18 either....*

Considerin' th' police force is Scout I think yer safe. If he gives you trouble jus' remind him how he can't hold his Scrumpy an' nearly chundered all over his own floor.

There ain't nothing loike that. But if you walk down th' highway long enough you'll just come back into town from the opposite side. Just so you know, if you try an leave fer more than three days you get turned into one of those drongo zombie things.

*He's just gonna drink his beer and fail to realize that about 1/3 of that was incomprehensible gibberish to people who don't know what he's talking about.*

[forgotten_titan]

The police is...a boy scout?

(She's trying to figure this and you out, Sniper. The only thing she understood from whatever you just said was that law enforcement consisted of one person who ties knots and goes for camping trips, and that the town loops on itself. You're talking nearly nothing else but nonsense to her, and you're also a trained assassin.

I'm sorry, but she's come to the opinion that you're a crazed gunman. Gonna inch away veeeery slowly from you now.)

Right. Gotcha. So...if we try to leave Mayfield for more than three days, we become like, like him.

(She gestures at the boy, still cheerfully munching on his cornflakes.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Aaaaand Sniper has no idea what she's saying either.*

He's a what now? No that's 'is name. Scout. BLU Scout at that.

*He sees you inching away. Great, the only person he's intimidating to is a teenage blonde girl.*

Pretty much. It usually don't last all that long though. So feel free t' try.

*At that point the drone!mom shows up to start preparing casseroles and pies and do other housewifey things. Sniper immediately looks uncomfortable and starts backing away towards the back door of the kitchen.*

Roight ... well....

She's going to use this icon so much around him.

[forgotten_titan]

(OK, now this is really going on all levels of weird. Sniper's change in personality, from relaxed to uncomfortable, is something Tara can catch. And she's just going to take advantage of that from now on.)

Yeah...I think I can manage. Thanks.

(Inching back up the stairs to her room RIGHT now. Go away Sniper.)

He will not be amused..

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's out of there. Out the back door and back up onto the roof. He'll be there for most of the day, back against the chimney, hat pulled down over his face, happily whittling away some sticks into arrows.*

When I first saw it, I was like, "That's reserved for Sniper."

[forgotten_titan]

(She's just going to go on with the rest of the day by herself, because her not!dad is a jerk.

However, in the evening, you might have heard this scream, along with a lot of banging and shutting of doors and windows. You'll just be in time to see Tara slam her door shut and lock it, as well as an eerie laugh that echoes throughout the air outside.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

Th' hell is wrong with you?

*This is what he gets for coming inside to get something to eat. Yes even scrawny guys like him get hungry.*

[forgotten_titan]

(She's not coming out of her room. However, he does get a very shaky and muffled whisper from behind the door.)

Th-th-the...it's...it's the...j-j-j-jo...The J-j-jok-k-ker....

[bye_to_yer_head]

You wanna explain why I jus' had t' break my own door down t' get in here?

*Keys? What are those?*

Th' bloody hell are you talkin' about?