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hey rub it in how small he is a little more why doesn't he . god . anyways ,
nod was currently in the process of shaking off the salty tears from his now-soaked uniform , his hair drenched and sticking to his forehead in clumped locks . he made no effort to hide his irritation , shooting an indignant glare upwards at the stranger as he signed .
peculiarly enough , nod found he was able to understand the hand gestures . huh .
" i'm fine . " the soldier huffed , wincing a bit as he felt his foot slosh into his shoe as he shifted his weight . ugh . this was why he didn't hang around stompers .
" are you okay ? you're the one - sobbing over this whole mess . " the question sounded far more patronizing than empathetic , perhaps a little too harsh for a man who was clearly struggling . that being said , nod was in the same situation as he was , and you didn't see him crying about it while soaking a man one eightieth of his size .
THE PATRONIZING TONE WAS FAMILIAR TO STANLEY. Granted , when you've spent who knows how long with a British man speaking to you almost exclusively in a patronizing tone , you get used to it. Though it is slightly jarring to hear such a small man be so angry. But if he was that small , he would probably be angry all the time , too. So maybe it isn't a surprise.
THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL he was telling this tiny-yet-so-full-of-rage stranger that he was crying over a bucket. Sure , everyone should have an emotional support bucket ââ but nobody around here did. It was best to leave it unsaid. Instead , he just shrugged. ' That was a moment of weakness. ' Which wasn't a complete lie , but it was far more than a moment. ' You sure you're alright ? Least I can do is offer you someplace to get dry. ' By the looks of him , a strong gust of wind might be enough to get him dry. But he wasn't going to risk pissing him off more by saying that out loud.
( in his most kicked dog voice ) I'm hurt, Stanley - are you saying I don't understand the concept of serving cunt? Do I not serve cunt to you? In an business casual sense at least?
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a series of open starters for Stanley this month, with one for each faction! stolen from my good friend jax.
step 1: open read more
step 2: peruse starters
step 3: respond to whichever one appeals to your character (just let me know which one you're responding to in your reblog!)
i. sleigh bells ring, are you listening ? - GLACIERâS PEAK
IT HAD TAKEN STANLEY A WHILE BEFORE he decided to branch out from the faction he was assigned to. Going from the purgatory of perpetually being stuck in an office building to living in a place where the sun never seemed to stop shining was more than enough change for him. However , now that he could have a change of scenery , why deny himself of it ?
THE BRISK CHILL OF WINTER SNOW nipped at his nose , and it was then that he realized that he maybe shouldâve thought about a coat. But that wasnât important right now. Instead , he looks at one of the sleighs with great interest , before glancing at the nearest person. â Do you think itâs worth it ? A sleigh ride , I mean. â
ii. and I fired and then i missed and then i missed again - SUNSETâS END
DONâT ASK WHY HE HAS A LASSO , how he even got it in the first place. In fact , everything leading up to this moment was a blur. But now heâs standing in front of what the denizens of Sunsetâs End call a âhorseâ , and since heâs never seen a horse before , this must be what they look like. He doesnât see the appeal. Still , he was told that this was something that a real tough guy does , and he was down to try anything once.
HE RAISES THE ROPE IN HIS HANDS and throws it , not getting the memo that youâre not supposed to let go. It falls in a bundle onto the sand a few feet away , and his head whips towards the sound of snickering from afar. â Hold on , I got it this time. â
iii. heavens opened up , let out a roar - ENCOY ( challenge )
THOUGH LIGHTNING FLASHES ACROSS THE SKY and the heavy rain threatens to wash the color straight off of ENCOYâs buildings , Stanley is taking his sweet time walking through the emptier than normal streets. Heâs been out for mere minutes and is already soaked to the bone , but he doesnât mind. Nor does the looming threat of being too close to one of the strikes of lightning seem to bother him much , either. Instead , he continues trudging through the water logged streets like itâs a normal afternoon walk in the sun.
iv. joust in time - LUCTENMIRE
THERE WERE A LOT OF THINGS IN NEW YESTERYEAR that Stanley never even knew existed. Granted , his knowledge of existence was limited to the office walls he had been confined to for as long as he could remember , but the event he had unknowingly stumbled into was not anything he wouldâve ever even imagined. He squeezes past a few people and settles into an empty seat , looking at the events unfolding in front of the crowd with utter confusion. After minutes of being totally lost , he finally turns towards the person heâs seated next to and signs â What the hell is happening ? â
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> Oh you're not too bright are you
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> That's alright I like you just fine
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> Well let's think about this. Would I be standing here recounting my incredible feats of daring stuntspersonship to you right now if I'd ever died, Stan the Man
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> And believe me there have been many feats of daring stuntspersonship
The reply comes a couple of hours later. Whether they had to be fished out of the glass and patched up, they went on a spree of similarly harebrained stunts, or their attention span simply got away from them is anyone's guess.
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> HaHAAA glad you think so too! Got some naysayers around here. Like they can't just replace a window
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> But the board still works, so that's a win in my book.
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> One of the top 30 crashes I've had here so far easily
Some minutes later, an amendment:
[ GETFELDSPARRED ] -> Well let's not get ahead of ourselves. Top 50
[ uploaded: video footage of someone (it's feldspar. it's always feldspar) launching from the balcony of an ENCOY skyscraper with a hoverboard, falling 50 feet, activating the ill-advised rockets they strapped to the board, and slamming directly through the a window of the adjacent building ]
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It's a reality The Narrator never thought he'd have to come to terms with; the intended ending of his story involved Stanley going outside and finding some form of freedom, not him. He was just the narrator; someone to craft the story and lead it to its thoughtful conclusion, not to experience it for himself. Most everything about this is foreign; the fact this is a real, authentic outside space, and not the extension of an office. The breeze wafting through the air, the sunlight on his skin, Stanley's hand on his shoulder -
Stanley's hand.
On his shoulder.
He didn't know he could do that.
There's been so much space between them this whole time, being so close is already a large change - it makes him feel smaller, as if he's suddenly less. He supposes he is now, isn't he? His gaze lingers on where his hand touches, and follow as it departs - it takes a moment for him to realize he's signing to him. Once he does, the morbid fascination snaps off his face and quickly becomes replaced with annoyance. As it should be.
"Really? You seem to be fitting in just fine already. Finally got that coffee you wanted so much - I hope it's good. Or. Was good, seeing at you just finished it."
A beat, as if debating if he should ask something.. before some of the spite fades from his voice, sounding cautiously curious.
"Did you really just come here? I know I did, but - well. It's been.. a while, hasn't it? What's the last thing you remember?"
FREEDOM WAS SOMETHING STANLEY TRIED NOT TO IMAGINE OFTEN. Any taste of it he got from the Narrator's proper ending was brief. It always ended the same as it began : with him back in that office , looking for coworkers that would never show. Coworkers that he wasn't sure he had in the first place. So now that he was finally free , he was going to take advantage of it. And so what if his first thought was to get a cup of coffee ? He deserved it.
THERE WAS A PART OF HIM THAT WAS SURPRISED not to hear the voice trying to determine every little thing he did when he first arrived. It was awfully quiet , save for the man who welcomed him here. He would be lying if he said he had gotten used to the Narrator's absence , used to not having a voice in his ear no matter what he was doing , accompanying him every waking moment. Now , however , everything was different. Not only could he see the Narrator in front of him , the man was tangible. No longer was he only a voice , he was . . real. Realer than ever.
' IT WAS GOOD. THANKS FOR ASKING. ' It almost tasted like another one. But he was kind of out of a job ( and actually has a need for money now . . . ) so he should probably save what little he currently had. The shift in his expression made Stanley's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
HE HAS TO THINK ABOUT IT FOR A MOMENT. Lips tug into a frown as he recalls his last moments before arriving , the height , the voice in his ears pleading for him to stop ,
the crunch.
' I FELL. ' Plain and simple. He's fallen before. In more than one context , on more than one occasion. That's all he replies.
He'd recognize that man anywhere - the face, the hair, it's him - it's as it the world disappears once he does, leaving only him, Stanley, and the space between them; in a way, the same as things were. He feels compelled to close it. He pushes through anyone between them in a near frenzy, shouting the closer he gets to get the mans attention. He needs it.
"STANELY! Stanley, oh my god, it's you - ! Can you believe this?! Just where the hell are we!? How the hell did we even get here, where is here!? One second we're in the office, and then-"
Abruptly, it's as if he comes to a realization - mainly being why he hasn't seen Stanley in so long - and he cuts himself off. He supposes they both weren't they, were they? Pursing his lips briefly, his tone changes to become more scornful than what's typical.
"Although, I guess maybe you wouldn't care very much about that, would you? I mean, god, I know you're a spiteful bastard Stanley, but really!? Do you have any idea how long it's been?! Have you been here the whole time? Is this where you go whenever you vanish?"
STANLEY NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE THIS. Life outside of the office. For as long as he could remember , the office was the only thing he knew. He had convinced himself that he would never see the sun for more than seconds at a time , never feel the breeze on his skin , never see anything that wasn't the same hallways over and over again. And yet , here he stands , basking in the sun as he walks past people. Real people. There's a smile on his face and a to go cup in his hand - one filled with cheap coffee.
HIS TIME OF SOAKING IT IN WAS CUT SHORT as the voice rings out , one that he could never forget. But this time , instead of it surrounding him , it was directional. As the Narrator's voice got louder , Stanley turned his head in it's direction , eyebrows furrowing in confusion. That's not - that can't be.
THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS REACH OUT , setting his free hand on the other man's shoulder. Satisfied with ( and yet thoroughly confused by ) his findings , he lowers the hand and uses it to sign ' it's nice to see you. Actually see you. ' The quick shift from relief to disdain doesn't surprise him , but it does make him frown slightly.
' I DIDN'T COME HERE ON PURPOSE , if that's what you're asking. ' If he could have , he would've done it a long time ago. Before he responds again , the cup is lifted to his lips to finish off its contents. ' I just got here. I assume we both did. '
STANLEY REALLY THOUGHT HE HAD SEEN IT ALL. A man the size of a thimble , a vampire ( ? ) that looked like he was the felt aisle that had walked out of a craft store . . But this might just have taken the cake. As he was making his way to the nearest train station to get to where he was supposed to live , he passed by someone who had also been brought here. At least , he assumed as much. She looked just as confused as he was - only . . she was a horse. An unnaturally colored one , sure , but he was certain he remembered what a horse looked like.
HE STARED FOR A SECOND , before finally directing his gaze back to where he was walking. It wasn't his place to comment on it , after all. She was a horse just as much as he was Stanley. Neither one of them could control that. He deliberated for a moment , before deciding to sign something. ' Please tell me you're just as lost as I am. '
WHAT DID HE MEAN , " GETTING SOAKED " ? As far as Stanley was concerned , it wasn't raining ( though he would love to see it. He hopes it rains soon. ) , and there wasn't any way for someone to get wet around here. That was , until he heard shouting from beneath him. Sure , he had shed a few tears over the loss of his bucket , but it was his companion. His best friend. Now that it was stripped away from him , how could he not ? He didn't expect anything to come of it. However , this place was starting to surprise him in more ways than one.
STANLEY SQUINTED AS HE LOOKS DOWN , still not entirely sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him or not. How on Earth could someone that small even exist ? Or have a phone to post on in the first place ? The how didn't matter right now , though. Not when he had a very angry and very very little man yelling at him from the ground below.
' I'M SORRY. ' HE SIGNED , kneeling down to get a better look at him. ' Are you alright ? '
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