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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Quincy_Frost:
12/24/2016 2:32:08 PM
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[b]Christmas Eve.[/b]
[i]Inside Ry's ship: Quincy's cardboard box.[/i]
Quincy was wrapped in a heavy blanket in his box, his eyes red from crying. He had brought three boxes of tissues with him into his box and had used two and a half of all of the tissues total. It was Christmas eve and this bull crap was going down. He had wanted to spend his first Christmas here celebrating, snuggled next to Vorim in front of a fire. He had wanted to enjoy one of the better parts of his life, but no, there was the zombie outbreak. He was angry, he was scared. He was fearful of what might happen to Vorim, of what might happen to Sketch, or any of his other friends. He had his head tucked in between his knees, trying to muffle his crying. He'd be embarrassed as heck of someone opened his box. Overall, he was angry that he couldn't leave to go find Vorim, he was livid that this happened on Christmas eve, and he wanted to leave. He wanted to go back to Falana and stay there, never to return. He wanted to take Vorim, Sketch, and the rest of their family with him, to stay there and never be bothered by the craziness of the Dojo, of Tatakai, ever again. Sure, he had had some good times here, but they were scarce and few.
((open to whoever is currently in Ry's ship))
English
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"...Mr. Quincy?" [i]A sweet, familiar girl's voice could be heard outside of the box, a tint of concern within it as she spoke softly to Quincy. The voice was familiar, and Q probably recognized it: it was Arianna, Irina's daughter. She was in distress about Quincy's condition, to say the least.[/i]
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He stopped his silent crying to process the voice. "Ar-Ariana?" he said, sniffling afterwards.
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"Yes, it's...it's Arianna, Mr. Quincy...is something wrong?" [i]The little girl remained outside of the box, trying to remain as proper and kind as possible.[/i]
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He nodded, his younger (and i mean younger younger) side showing. "Y-y-yeah....i g-guess everything is k-kinda wrong r-right now..."
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"W-Well...Mom said it would get better. That people would fix it. It'll be fine, Mr. Quincy - I know it will." [i]Arianna was basically becoming a motivational speaker at this point.[/i]
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He sniffles. "Im j-just scared...a-and there's no need t-to call me Mr.Quincy...Q-Quincy works fine.." He seems to have gotten a little better, but still looked distressed.
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"Are you sure? Mom says it's nice to say Sir, Mr, Ma'am, Madam...she says it's just e...etiquette. I said that right, correct?" [i]While she was concerned about her grammar, she was easily more concerned about Quincy.[/i]
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He nods. "U-usually y-you only use th-those when talking t-to adults..i-im only f-fourteen..i think.." Although he was still worried to the moon and back about Vorim, he decided it would be better for him to calm down. Another noticeable thing. The box Q was rather small-ish, and so was Q. At the cafe he looked around 6ft 7in tall, here he was smaller than Arianna, at something close to 4ft 2inches tall. Of course he was curled up under a blanket so he looked even smaller, and strangely cuddle-able. He looked like he could use a hug...
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[b]Nathaniel, Zora, Royal, Kross, Crion, Arclas, Bailey, Blind Bandit, Magrim, Teriar, Oni, Trushot, Conrad, Hamilton, Jeremiah, Marcus, Robo, Julian, Cyrail, Lea, Gwaine, Aryll, Luna, Watcher were all scattered across the ship, looking down [/b]
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[spoiler]O snap, where's Marker?[/spoiler] Q remained in his box, hugging his knees to his chest.
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[spoiler]In the village ;-; He's a soldier. [/spoiler] [b]Royal opened the box, kneeling by Quincy[/b] "Foxy you alright?"
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He had his head buried in between his knees. He looked up, wiping a tear away. "N-not r-really..."
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"Hey. It'll be okay. We've been through worsen."
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"I ha-haven't...." he said, sniffling. He blew his nose again.
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"Hey, hey, it's okay. You'll be okay. Everything's okay."
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"I-its n-not m-me I-im worried a-about..*sniffle*"
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"The who?"
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"V-Vorim..and Sketch..and their family..and anyone else out there.."
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"Hey man. Sketch is a tough shell to crack. He'll be okay."
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He eventually calms down after a decent amount of time (roughly 2 hours). "Hey, Royal, do you see an IPad-looking thingy anywhere?"
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"Nah dude, I don't see nuffin. Sorry."
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"Hold on." He checks under him. "Ah. Here it is."
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"What's that for?"
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"So i can rain orbital death upon the zombies. Be a dear and close my box please."
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[b]Royal closes the box, confused [/b]
