You know how if you hold down A in Mario Kart before the light turns green and your cart spins out once it does? Maurice had been holding down A for hours. Lying motionless in a hive full of writhing beings with mandibles and pincers and antennae and all kinds of wiggly ucky things was doing a number on Maurice.
The first thing to un-freeze were his vocal cords.
Maurice lay there and screamed until he stopped screaming. He didn't stop because he realized he wasn't being harmed or that people were staring or even that he was being told to calm down or shut up. He stopped because his voice shot. Shot like a cheap light bulb. His scream cracked at the end and became a harsh whistling squeak. Maurice made this new and exciting noise until his arms and legs thawed out.
The only thing that kept him from instantly erupting into his travel form for the first time was the venom still clogging his system. He wobbled to his feet, instantly face planted two times, and then took off at a dead run into the corridors of the hive. He had to get away from these things!
Feel free to have your character stumble into this mute, mulleted man.
B: RELUCTANT RECITAL
Some days later...
How the bugs found a guitar was anybody's guess, but it had been thrust into his hands at his mumbling request and now he had a very attentive antennae-waving audience gathered around him. Maurice was perched on a rock, as far away from them as monsterly possible. He hadn't held a guitar since he'd smashed his own into the ground so that he could stab a starfish alien with the splintered neck and he was having a lot of emotions. Holding the instrument in his now mutated hands was the first thing that felt right since his arrival.
The fact that the guitar was missing some strings ended up working out for Maurice since, as a kelpie, he was now missing an entire finger. The rough, hoof-like growths that replaced his nails turned out to be really good picks. With his ears twitching to find the right key as he tuned it, Maurice finally started to play a shaky little tune. While his voice was hoarse from the blow-out days before, it still carried a tune and as he sang, it grew more confident.
If the boy could stay away from the bottle, he'd have a future on the stage.
"Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze...
All my memories gather round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye...
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And driving down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday...
Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads..."
C: WILDCARD WEDNESDAY
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT or hit me up on plurk or wherever if you wanna!
Maurice Hutch | OTA
A: SILENT SCREAM
You know how if you hold down A in Mario Kart before the light turns green and your cart spins out once it does? Maurice had been holding down A for hours. Lying motionless in a hive full of writhing beings with mandibles and pincers and antennae and all kinds of wiggly ucky things was doing a number on Maurice.
The first thing to un-freeze were his vocal cords.
"aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Maurice lay there and screamed until he stopped screaming. He didn't stop because he realized he wasn't being harmed or that people were staring or even that he was being told to calm down or shut up. He stopped because his voice shot. Shot like a cheap light bulb. His scream cracked at the end and became a harsh whistling squeak. Maurice made this new and exciting noise until his arms and legs thawed out.
The only thing that kept him from instantly erupting into his travel form for the first time was the venom still clogging his system. He wobbled to his feet, instantly face planted two times, and then took off at a dead run into the corridors of the hive. He had to get away from these things!
Feel free to have your character stumble into this mute, mulleted man.
B: RELUCTANT RECITAL
Some days later...
How the bugs found a guitar was anybody's guess, but it had been thrust into his hands at his mumbling request and now he had a very attentive antennae-waving audience gathered around him. Maurice was perched on a rock, as far away from them as monsterly possible. He hadn't held a guitar since he'd smashed his own into the ground so that he could stab a starfish alien with the splintered neck and he was having a lot of emotions. Holding the instrument in his now mutated hands was the first thing that felt right since his arrival.
The fact that the guitar was missing some strings ended up working out for Maurice since, as a kelpie, he was now missing an entire finger. The rough, hoof-like growths that replaced his nails turned out to be really good picks. With his ears twitching to find the right key as he tuned it, Maurice finally started to play a shaky little tune. While his voice was hoarse from the blow-out days before, it still carried a tune and as he sang, it grew more confident.
If the boy could stay away from the bottle, he'd have a future on the stage.
"Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze...
All my memories gather round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye...
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday...
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads..."
C: WILDCARD WEDNESDAY
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT or hit me up on plurk or wherever if you wanna!