07-24-2018, 02:15 AM
Plane had some rough beginnings despite how he kept a rather cool and angstless appearance among his peers and comrades, the bag and goggles on his head just being one of many ways he buried things within himself despite how much he wanted to scream from the constant agony his thoughts brought him. Ghosts of his experiment victims, visions of his family looking down upon him for his lifestyle, paranoia that any of his bosses could be lurking around the corner just to slit his throat for the things he had done before he came hear. None of that compared to having to hide his atrocities from his own son, Rox and the family he had gained through the clan. He wanted to tell everyone how vile he was and yet he kept his cowardly mouth shut while he meandered around the clan. He hated it. He could really only wish for a better life and the opportunity had come in the rather odd form of this event for the festival, coaxing him into a sense of security as Captain dragged him to participate, though the independent child had bounded off before he sat down calmly with his own lantern in paw.
Would he actually do it though?
A sigh mused from behind the brown paper bag covering his face as he sat, coloring the lantern with crude hearts and science formulas to bide the time before he was able to peacefully write to himself without anyone to bug him about his wish. What would this wish be, you might ask? 'To make them happy.' A simple wish by appearance alone, but it held deep meaning to Planecrash as he stared idly at the paper before his attention was caught by his son's voice calling out to him in a softer tone than usual. The feline slinked forward to meet Cap, white eyes blinking through thick goggles as he stood over the smaller tom "Help, huh? What's the problem, buddy? I can always help with spelling since you know I'm a big nerd and all!" He joked lightly, nudging the boy carefully as he plopped down next to him.
"SPEECH"
Would he actually do it though?
A sigh mused from behind the brown paper bag covering his face as he sat, coloring the lantern with crude hearts and science formulas to bide the time before he was able to peacefully write to himself without anyone to bug him about his wish. What would this wish be, you might ask? 'To make them happy.' A simple wish by appearance alone, but it held deep meaning to Planecrash as he stared idly at the paper before his attention was caught by his son's voice calling out to him in a softer tone than usual. The feline slinked forward to meet Cap, white eyes blinking through thick goggles as he stood over the smaller tom "Help, huh? What's the problem, buddy? I can always help with spelling since you know I'm a big nerd and all!" He joked lightly, nudging the boy carefully as he plopped down next to him.
"SPEECH"
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typhoon / tags / anxious scientist
I'M MAKING THIS UP AS I GO
typhoon / tags / anxious scientist