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How's My Driving?
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application: mayfield
Name: Gash Bell
Age: 8
Race: Demon (currently human)
Residence: 1665 Nelson Street
Regains: Physical appearance (minus clothing)
( and so the story continues ) -
Seven
Why are the lights mostly gone? Are they supposed to do that this time of year? I thought there were supposed to be lots and lots all over, not just on one tree.
What if there are light-sucking monsters, and their secret base is in that tree? Ouuu. Someone should investi-
NUUUUUH.... A-A-ACHOO!
Uuuuu... I'm hungry. -
SIX - action; playground (backdated to day 2)
[Running. That's all he can do. He's come to this realization after previously "meeting" a group of cannibals. Their expressions as they roared after him ( Read more... ) -
FIVE
[action; 1665 Nelson Street]
[Gash is currently seated on the front steps of his house, mumbling with paper and pencil in his grubby hands. The cold, he thinks, will help his brain process the lettering jumbling in his head. Seriously, how hard are a couple of sentences to figure out? It's like some alien-language, this English.]Sally... went to ( Read more... ) -
FOUR ○ action
[See Gash. See Gash roaming Nelson Street.
He appears to be searching, looking for something in particular. All the while, a tiny frown plays on his face. It's obvious he hasn't seen a hint of what the boy's looking for yet.
But just what is it?] Unuuuu...
I wonder where one puts traffic cones...
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THREE ○ phone
[Gash is practically sobbing into the phone.] Uuuuu... uuuu... I- I- I'M SCARED OF ZOMBIESSSS!
Ouuuu... [His blubbering stops for a split second, only to come back even more intense than before. He's just a kid, even if he is a Demon King. Though, given if his friends are in danger, he'll step up. For sure. But for now...]
WHAT IF THEY DO ( Read more... ) -
TWO ○ phone
I'm glad some people got to say what was bothering them. It's always good to get things off one's chest. Even if it was kind of weird.
OHHHHH! That reminds me ( Read more... ) -
ONE ○ phone
[It might be a little unnerving to hear extended heavy breathing on the other end. Even more-so when a child's sobbing soon accompanies it.]
Uuuu... [There must be trouble. That's the only reasoning behind this, right?]
Ouuuuu... [okay yeahno] OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! THE LINES ON MY FACE ARE GONEEEEE. DOES THAT MEAN I'M GOING TO DIE?!