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[Accidental Voice Post]

N-no, it's not fair... You can't be here, too. you can't. How did you--

[A chair clatters to the floor as Neil backs up into it; he grunts a little as he trips over it, keeps going. Obviously whoever he's talking to, he doesn't want to be anywhere near them. He pauses for a moment; but no other voice is audible.]

I'm not going to-- don't come any closer-- I won't drop out. I don't want to, and they need me, and you haven't done anything for me and how could you even say that, after what happened? This is all I've ever wanted to do, why won't you understand...

[His voice drops nearly to a whisper, but he sounds much bolder, much more sure of himself.]

You can't make me give it up. I won't. My friends here won't let you-- you can't make me do anything!

I won't!!

[ooc; guess who was in Neil's living room this morning. ;____; as long as he gets the gist of this being a curse he'll be fine to perform later. if a little freaked out. SO PERFECT BRB WEEPING WITH JOY]

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"Of course they can't," Todd spares his own apparition-father a brief glance before turning back to Neil, hoping that was true because said apparition was getting quite angry with him, "They're not really here..."

He nodded, trying to seem more certain than he felt. He managed a weak smile.

"Figures, we'd have a curse and all this snow..."

When Neil smiled, he managed to return the expression, though it was equally weak. A small, somewhat forced laugh accompanied it.

"Of course... the show must go on, though, right?"

"Always!"

That was, perhaps, a little more enthusiastic than was strictly necessary. Fake confidence was better than none, after all.

It was more enthusiastic than what was necessary, or believable for that matter. Todd, of course, was not going to point that out.

"Of course," He offered a small, reassuring smile, "And it'll be fine."

Then, glancing toward but not directly at his own father, "...maybe we should go out and find something distracting to do."

He laughed at that, the nervous edge almost imperceptible. Almost. "It's not as if we have nothing to do," Neil replied with a grin.

And there was plenty-- last minute business for the play, making sure the arrangements they'd made due to the weather hadn't fallen through. Costumes to see to, nerves to soothe. A thousand little things his father would hate him for. Neil nodded, consciously avoided looking at Tom Perry.

"You're right. We should get going."

Edited 2009-06-22 16:34 (UTC)

♕ |[10]| Filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

action just knows how to keep it real baby.

i wish i was as cool as action is.

i wish i could even just be one of action's groupies.

i heard superman wears action pajamas

dude, superman just apped action but got rejected for not being cool enough to play him.

idk i think action is too op anyway