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A.On Patridge Street
[Hey Patridge Street. You might have noticed that, since Sunday, there's been something that looks just like a massive wreck firmly placed in the middle of the street. It's hard to tell what the hell it could have been at first, some kind of vehicle obviously, but otherwise indecipherable with how much the thing has been wrecked. Bits and pieces of metal and machine work have been flung all around the street, with one massive ball of twisted, burnt metal at the center of it.
Next to this metal is a young boy, about twelve, just squatting in front of it. Staring at it, emptily. Lost.
Occasionally, he puts a hand against the ruined metal hull of whatever it had been. But he never says a word.
Bug him?]
B. Phone
[There's a small sighing sound, like someone trying to gather their courage before speaking. And then.]
Hey.
I know I'm not, like, the best person in the world, or the most tolerable in this hole, but.....look, I just....
[Pokey stops again, taking a few breaths before quickly just getting it out.]
I need help.
Anyone been to Partridge Drive? You know that giant hunk of blasted scrap metal over there? Yeah. That scrap metal is mine. Thing is, I'm not strong enough to....you know. Move it over to my house so I can fix it. So I need people who can...help move it to my house.
And...I might need some help, with some of the finer mechanical parts for being who're scientifically inclined. I mean, I can do most of it, don't get me wrong, I can do it pretty much by myself but....not all of it.
[Agitated. Defeated. Drained. The boy's voice is pretty hollow after all that's happened this week, to be honest.]
...I don't have much to offer. I guess....all I can do is say I owe whoever helps me one and...pay them back someway that way. I mean...I've got a lot of talents so hey it shouldn't be too hard but....
I need help.
[And then one last breath before finally, he's able to manage out.]
Please.
[Hey Patridge Street. You might have noticed that, since Sunday, there's been something that looks just like a massive wreck firmly placed in the middle of the street. It's hard to tell what the hell it could have been at first, some kind of vehicle obviously, but otherwise indecipherable with how much the thing has been wrecked. Bits and pieces of metal and machine work have been flung all around the street, with one massive ball of twisted, burnt metal at the center of it.
Next to this metal is a young boy, about twelve, just squatting in front of it. Staring at it, emptily. Lost.
Occasionally, he puts a hand against the ruined metal hull of whatever it had been. But he never says a word.
Bug him?]
B. Phone
[There's a small sighing sound, like someone trying to gather their courage before speaking. And then.]
Hey.
I know I'm not, like, the best person in the world, or the most tolerable in this hole, but.....look, I just....
[Pokey stops again, taking a few breaths before quickly just getting it out.]
I need help.
Anyone been to Partridge Drive? You know that giant hunk of blasted scrap metal over there? Yeah. That scrap metal is mine. Thing is, I'm not strong enough to....you know. Move it over to my house so I can fix it. So I need people who can...help move it to my house.
And...I might need some help, with some of the finer mechanical parts for being who're scientifically inclined. I mean, I can do most of it, don't get me wrong, I can do it pretty much by myself but....not all of it.
[Agitated. Defeated. Drained. The boy's voice is pretty hollow after all that's happened this week, to be honest.]
...I don't have much to offer. I guess....all I can do is say I owe whoever helps me one and...pay them back someway that way. I mean...I've got a lot of talents so hey it shouldn't be too hard but....
I need help.
[And then one last breath before finally, he's able to manage out.]
Please.
