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paradisalost2011-09-07 12:11 am
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station identification break #4
[there was no broadcast, Monday evening at ten P.M sharp. nor is there one tonight, amidst swearing and profuse apologies and placing of blame on losses, or the castle.
there may not even be one tomorrow, once all of this ends ... because Mark Hunter has spent the last five nights locked away in his own mind. and it's been a long, long haul.]
Okay, so ...
Has anyone else spent the last couple of days arguing with themself? Because ... well ... it ...
I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. I know this is just --- that he's just ---
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know I'm just a role you play, somethin' to let off steam, have a little fun, yadda yadda yadda. And I never said I ain't. But what I been TRYIN' TO SAY is --
[Mark lunges across the garage space of his "mind room" and shoves the giant light switch by the door down. the "ON THE AIR" sign above his workbench flickers off, and Hard Harry keeps raving and ranting - but it's as though someone hit a mute button. his mouth and arms are moving, but no sound's coming out]
I can't hold this thing down forever, but --
Seriously. Please. You guys gotta believe me. That -- the way I was, last week, smashing shit up and insulting everyone I talked to -- that's not ME, okay? That's not even a real part of me, that's just bullshit -- I don't mean it ...!
Please. ... Please believe me.
[and he'll close the journal and weigh it down with a toolbox before the sign - and the sound - come on again.
if anyone feels like actually dropping by Mark's room, it's been turned into a garage, only without a car - hey, he's got a teenage mind, his metaphors are pretty heavy-handed. he's parked at the workbench, picking at an enormous sound system. there are piles and crates of parts stacked in a somewhat orderly fashion, and a desk off to one side cluttered with notebooks and textbooks covered in brown paper. his avatar - currently in Harry mode - is wandering around a bunch of careworn wooden crates, full of vinyl records. if anyone can get Mark out of there, somehow, and flick the switch, his avatar will go out of defensive mode, and ... people will actually get to talk to Mark's mind. good luck with that... and props to anyone who dares to try to make it happen]
there may not even be one tomorrow, once all of this ends ... because Mark Hunter has spent the last five nights locked away in his own mind. and it's been a long, long haul.]
Okay, so ...
Has anyone else spent the last couple of days arguing with themself? Because ... well ... it ...
I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. I know this is just --- that he's just ---
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know I'm just a role you play, somethin' to let off steam, have a little fun, yadda yadda yadda. And I never said I ain't. But what I been TRYIN' TO SAY is --
[Mark lunges across the garage space of his "mind room" and shoves the giant light switch by the door down. the "ON THE AIR" sign above his workbench flickers off, and Hard Harry keeps raving and ranting - but it's as though someone hit a mute button. his mouth and arms are moving, but no sound's coming out]
I can't hold this thing down forever, but --
Seriously. Please. You guys gotta believe me. That -- the way I was, last week, smashing shit up and insulting everyone I talked to -- that's not ME, okay? That's not even a real part of me, that's just bullshit -- I don't mean it ...!
Please. ... Please believe me.
[and he'll close the journal and weigh it down with a toolbox before the sign - and the sound - come on again.
if anyone feels like actually dropping by Mark's room, it's been turned into a garage, only without a car - hey, he's got a teenage mind, his metaphors are pretty heavy-handed. he's parked at the workbench, picking at an enormous sound system. there are piles and crates of parts stacked in a somewhat orderly fashion, and a desk off to one side cluttered with notebooks and textbooks covered in brown paper. his avatar - currently in Harry mode - is wandering around a bunch of careworn wooden crates, full of vinyl records. if anyone can get Mark out of there, somehow, and flick the switch, his avatar will go out of defensive mode, and ... people will actually get to talk to Mark's mind. good luck with that... and props to anyone who dares to try to make it happen]