Running Full Force Forward

AIGHT, so it sounds like a lotta you guys got feelin's or somethin' to work out 'cause of what happened. Not 'cause of the stupid Culturists comin' in, but you know, the other thing.

WELL, IT AIN'T GETTIN' WORKED OUT BY ITSELF.

An' since I ain't so good at talkin' and I know some people here ain't so good at it neither 'cause you got emotion Legos or somethin', I've got some pads up on the trees and I'm gonna go punch stuff. If you ain't good at talkin' neither, but you wanna blow off some steam? The name's Beat. Come punch trees wit' me behind House 10. It's good for you, yo.

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[And if he's not found behind House 10 punching trees with boxing pads duct-taped to them, he's inside helping around the house for once. Mainly, he's trying to clean; trying being the operative word. He does pretty well at sweeping up and vacuuming, but dusting is not his forte. It takes too much concentration and finesse and he spends most of his time catching all the things he knocked off the shelves.

Later, in the evening, he's on the porch of House 10 or out in the plaza and practicing his reading with a flashlight. It's slow going since Shiki left, but he figures she'll come back one day and then he's got to show that he improved or she'll probably slug him in the face.]

[Since people are out and about, Beat's been skateboarding a lot more, but... Well, he does feel a little bad that he basically skipped town on Shiki's lesson and then had Roy wheelbarrow him out of there. To make up for it today, he's sitting in his room and reading. Or trying to. The journal just might pick him up as he tries his best.]

..."My hat is"...goh-neh? What? Uh...Goon?

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"Gone. My hat is gone. I want it back."

...The hell?

...Uh. Aight.

"Have you..." ...uh...

...Dammit.

[OOC: Beat is going to be chased around Luceti looking for a place to read in peace. Feel free to have him show up anywhere including in your kitchen for who knows what reason. o/]

[Beat is at the feast the Hibou prepared because teenage boy + food + not all that much smarts = Beat pigging out on turkey and now having a really terribly acid trip.]

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[He's staring at the ground, narrowing his eyes at it.]

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[And now he starts to panic]

I AIN'T GONNA LET YOU EAT ME! TRY IT AN' I'LL PUNCH YER FACE IN! ...WHEREVER YO FUGLY FACE IS AT!

[And he tries to run away, but ends up turning too sharply and falling over off camera. A moment later, he can be heard punching the ground.]

[The computer is kicked on]

--iece a' junk! Whoa, hey! It turned on.

YO, PHONES. I KNOW YOU OUT THERE SOMEWHERE, SO WHERE YOU AT?

And why's the world gone technicolor on us, huh? What's up wit' all this? It's like someone ate fingerpaints and barfed 'em everywhere or somethin'.

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......

COME ON, MAN, RESPOND ALREADY.

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Aw, screw this crap. Imma come find you.

[Computer times out to the sound of him running off into the distance]