10-17-2019, 01:15 AM
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Yeah, Cat! You tell her! Marco is so excited to have someone on his side for once. It’s been miserable with Olga for the past week or so. He is trying so hard to contain his excitement. Maybe this place isn’t so bad?
Aim for her knees, Catalyst.
Oh, nevermind. His giddy little grin falters when Catalyst speaks up again. Marco hangs his head once more and shakes it. No, there isn’t much else he can do--if he’s being honest, which he’s not, he can’t even play his violin anymore. His arms just won’t move how he wants them to. He used to be so languid and fluid, but now he can only move with erratic, jerky movements. Occasionally, he tries, but all he can get out is choppy, pitchy music that might as well make your ears bleed.
“No,” he mumbles. “That’s it.” Violin is really his only skill. If he had shown up about five months earlier, he’d be able to offer himself up for physical labor, but by now it’s most likely clear he’s not good for much.
Marco decides he at least owes these people an explanation.
“My head,” he says, gesturing vaguely towards himself. “is … messed up. Can’t move well … or talk.”
Yeah, Cat! You tell her! Marco is so excited to have someone on his side for once. It’s been miserable with Olga for the past week or so. He is trying so hard to contain his excitement. Maybe this place isn’t so bad?
Aim for her knees, Catalyst.
Oh, nevermind. His giddy little grin falters when Catalyst speaks up again. Marco hangs his head once more and shakes it. No, there isn’t much else he can do--if he’s being honest, which he’s not, he can’t even play his violin anymore. His arms just won’t move how he wants them to. He used to be so languid and fluid, but now he can only move with erratic, jerky movements. Occasionally, he tries, but all he can get out is choppy, pitchy music that might as well make your ears bleed.
“No,” he mumbles. “That’s it.” Violin is really his only skill. If he had shown up about five months earlier, he’d be able to offer himself up for physical labor, but by now it’s most likely clear he’s not good for much.
Marco decides he at least owes these people an explanation.
“My head,” he says, gesturing vaguely towards himself. “is … messed up. Can’t move well … or talk.”
[sub]the artist formerly known as hal[/sub]
Hoot gives Hal’s body a hug