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yolonceler) wrote2012-05-05 04:40 pm
yolonceler) wrote2012-05-05 04:40 pm
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[The Once-ler emerges from the barracks (accompanied by a coughing fit, as he was running, and running does not agree with his damaged lungs), after a rather amusing freak-out when he noticed that he was not in his office. He is met with the sight of the Green. The Green, with its growing grass and budding flowers and… and nature. It's the landscape the Once-ler used to know, sans the truffula trees—but this is enough.
He glances skyward. It's blue, a radiant blue, with puffy cumulus clouds drifting about here and there. The light is bright, so bright he puts on his sunglasses, but there's… no sun? That makes about zero sense. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the Green. He crouches down and tugs off one of his gloves. His hands are shaking, just a little bit, and they don't stop even when he commands them to. The Once-ler presses his palm down into the grass. The feeling is giving him some pretty unwanted flashbacks to when the truffula forest was full and lush. The world was a nice place to be, and you could take a deep breath without coughing up a lung.
He might as well be four years back in time.
So, if you want to see a tall, well-dressed man wandering around the Green with tears on his face, this is your chance.]
He glances skyward. It's blue, a radiant blue, with puffy cumulus clouds drifting about here and there. The light is bright, so bright he puts on his sunglasses, but there's… no sun? That makes about zero sense. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the Green. He crouches down and tugs off one of his gloves. His hands are shaking, just a little bit, and they don't stop even when he commands them to. The Once-ler presses his palm down into the grass. The feeling is giving him some pretty unwanted flashbacks to when the truffula forest was full and lush. The world was a nice place to be, and you could take a deep breath without coughing up a lung.
He might as well be four years back in time.
So, if you want to see a tall, well-dressed man wandering around the Green with tears on his face, this is your chance.]
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[Damn, time flies.]
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Um... alright.
[What does he say now? He's got nothing to say. This lady has been here for nine months. What if he is stuck here for nine months? What'll happen to the company?
The Once-ler catches himself zoned out staring at Mimmi. Oops.]
I'd like to reiterate that I don't believe anything you're saying.
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Most people do not.
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What's your name.
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I am Mimmi Kopanski. Who are you?
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... I'm the Once-ler.
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It is nice to meet you, Once-ler.
[Like it's the most casual thing in the world.]
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I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you don't know who I am?
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[This guy is either off his rocker or seriously disoriented.]
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[That came out very snippy and arrogant, didn't it? He reigns in his temper. Come on, this lady didn't do anything to incur his wrath. He pinches the bridge of his nose again. This place is going to be the death of him.]
Forget it. It's nice to meet you.
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...Ja.
[She just. Stares.]
Do not forget about dinner. It is the only meal they serve here. Otherwise you have to cook for yourself.
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[Something tells him this place's food won't exactly be as quality as the food back home.]
What about breakfast and lunch, do I gotta make that myself too?
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I think "a bit inconvenient" is a drastic understatement, but sure, let's go with that.
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I'll remember that, thanks.