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weiss_tank) wrote2011-07-04 09:41 pm
weiss_tank) wrote2011-07-04 09:41 pm
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Being stubborn can only get you so far, take a deep breath and go.
[Morning, Action for the house]
[Ken wakes up, and thankfully before he's awake his muscle memory forces him downstairs to make breakfast before he thinks of anything. His drone mind somewhat rationalizes it by doing it as a treat for poor, over worked Miakis instead of being self defense from her cooking.
Wait, treat? He always cooks.
No, that's the wife's job sport, now go call the kids.]
[Afternoon house and outside]
[After his conversation with Nina, he goes to the one thing he can't rationalize away. He fights to remember where they are and the fact that they exist, but he does eventually make it to the cupboard that holds his bugnuks.
Deal with that drone Ken. You own claw gloves, you can't explain that.
His hands shakes, and he heads outside to study them in peace, trying to keep a hold of him self as Ken Hidaka, Siberian, instead of Ken Hidaka, retail clerk and father to two. He's fought off Sister's killer programing, he can fight this off.]
[Night time watching any and all public fireworks]
[Ken loves fireworks, the bright lights and the sounds, but part of him is twitchy and he can't keep the association with gunshots and blood out of his head. He knows he's a murderer, but he's never killed anyone....has he? He's starting to loose it here.]
[[ooc: Ken is at 50% droning and it's setting him on edge. Feel free to poke and drive further off the deep end.]]
[Ken wakes up, and thankfully before he's awake his muscle memory forces him downstairs to make breakfast before he thinks of anything. His drone mind somewhat rationalizes it by doing it as a treat for poor, over worked Miakis instead of being self defense from her cooking.
Wait, treat? He always cooks.
No, that's the wife's job sport, now go call the kids.]
[Afternoon house and outside]
[After his conversation with Nina, he goes to the one thing he can't rationalize away. He fights to remember where they are and the fact that they exist, but he does eventually make it to the cupboard that holds his bugnuks.
Deal with that drone Ken. You own claw gloves, you can't explain that.
His hands shakes, and he heads outside to study them in peace, trying to keep a hold of him self as Ken Hidaka, Siberian, instead of Ken Hidaka, retail clerk and father to two. He's fought off Sister's killer programing, he can fight this off.]
[Night time watching any and all public fireworks]
[Ken loves fireworks, the bright lights and the sounds, but part of him is twitchy and he can't keep the association with gunshots and blood out of his head. He knows he's a murderer, but he's never killed anyone....has he? He's starting to loose it here.]
[[ooc: Ken is at 50% droning and it's setting him on edge. Feel free to poke and drive further off the deep end.]]
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No. No you're right we aren't! I'm from fuckin' Tokyo, not the states!
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[Oh, don't be silly, why would anyone want to leave Mayfield?]
The town's just messing with us again, right...?
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[But regardless of whether it's her real self or the drone in control, her fondness for Ken is the only thing that stays even remotely the same, so she's okay with staying like this for a while.]
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[Her own voice is low, distant, like she's not sure she believes what she says. But she just leans into him, trembling, trying to think of anything but the clashing memories in her head.]