12 - Milkfield

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[They never drank the milk; they hardly ever took it inside, Holland making sure to put the bottles into the trash bin unopened so Canada and Hilda wouldn't have to deal with it.  There was something satisfying about the crash the glass made as it shattered.  This morning was no different, save for the ugly postcard that went into the trash bin

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B

[a_gentle_boy]

((Because I am terrible.))

[There had been some strange telephone calls coming in this morning... Well. Just one or two, really. The drones were acting up. Lucas and Silence had agreed - or rather, the man had simply taken the milk and drank it - that as Mayfield was quite likely to be pulling something again, they would drink, just to be on the safe side. Having spent his morning healing Silence back to normal, Lucas was a bit emotionally frayed.

But someone still needed to get groceries. ...He'll wave at the man in the distance, thinking he recognized him.]

...Mr. Netherlands! Good morning.

ahhhh

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That's a funny thing to call somebody, sport.

[And there's a gun in his hand, and did I mention blood covering his shirt? That's there too, and he looks completely unconcerned. ]

[a_gentle_boy]

Sport?

[Lucas will pause for a moment or two, squinting. The sun was a little in his eyes, but... There is a sudden chill down his spine as he recognizes what the man is holding. The instrument of death that only the Porky had been callous enough to use...]

You're... A-Are you droned...?

[Stupid question, really. But people said stupid things when they were nervous.]

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[He spins the chamber of the handgun -- lucky for you, Lucas, he's out of ammunition right now but don't worry, he keeps a few spare in his back pockets. He'll be loading the gun now, the metallic spin and click of the bullets going into the chambers the only sound for a short while.]

Droned? Aren't you an odd kid. You look tired; are you sure you haven't been playing out in the sun too long? Maybe you should get a hat.

C

[welljustwatchme]

[... Well, damn.

She hears him before she sees him, quietly worried but trying to keep her expression neutral as she steps out of the kitchen to greet him, wiping freshly washed hands off on the dishtowel in her hands. Then she spies the blood on his shirt and stops, eyes going wide.]

What happened?

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[A short laugh.]

Just work, you know! The daily grind.

[He gestures with the hand holding the handgun for effect, then looks at it thoughtfully.]

[welljustwatchme]

The daily... [She takes a step toward him, one hand clenching her towel tighter while the extends the other one slowly toward him.]

You don't need that gun, dear. Why don't you give it to me?

I wonder if we should wait for notdaughter

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I know; it seems so ridiculous.

[But there's that smile again and it's not forced, not like it would be coming from Holland. Now he's pointing the gun at her.]

B

[kinpika]

You look a little out of it, jii-san. Is something wrong?

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Taking the day off is all! Is something wrong with you?

[He hasn't lifted the gun yet; he holds it casually as if he doesn't even remember it's in his hand.]

[kinpika]

Nope, not at all. I'm just wandering around because all kinds of weird things are happening.

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It really just seems like a normal day, right?

[He looks contemplative before holding the handgun sideways out in front of him, aiming for Gilgamesh but not firing yet.]

Nothing is strange about such a nice day.

B

[decadenzas]

[wow Holland, remind him to tell you how unfitting the empty drone expression is on you. it's enough to get him to stop where he is on his side of the pavement, though he had originally intended to ignore him and continue walking.] Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

oh joy

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Really? Nice thing to say!

/collects all the terrible cr

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[well if he had any doubt about Holland's mental state of being, that pretty much settled things. he slips his hands into his pockets, arching a brow. was this Everyone Gets Droned week or something?]

Isn't it just? I'm simply filled with pleasantries today.

I love their CR. . .

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[He'll fire a shot now, without any real warning.]

Seems that way!!

[Because shooting first and carrying on conversation after is the way things are going today.]

A

[heartstar_blues]

[The Captain is sick.

He spent most of his time doubled over in pain.

Still, he went to work.

Then Holland shot someone... If he was at his best he might try to stop Holland from leaving but instead he's just staring at the man.]

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[The Captain could be next if he's not careful.]

Enjoy the rest of your day!

[Such a cheerful wave he's giving now.]

[heartstar_blues]

[The Captain just kinda holds his stomach and tries his best not to taste the bile rising in his throat.

Being poisoned sucks.]

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[He turns to the door. . . then back to The Captain.]

You look really bad.

[He can fix that. Holland raises his handgun, looking at the Captain measuredly. He almost looks conflicted.]