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You guys are frakkin' awesome, okay? All of you. Well, mostly all of you. But basically back home was really shit. Like, way more shit than the shit stuff that happens here. And I'm not saying it doesn't suck sometimes, because it does, but... y'know. I have a job, I have-- okay, here's the thing. This place? Half the time it's like living in a video game, which is awesome. And the other half of the time, it's like having actual friends. And, y'know. That's pretty awesome too.

[ooc: In honour of Thanksgiving, Neil's been hit with the Giving Thanks curse, aaaaaand let's just say that his mental and emotional filters, and his boundaries, are a little weak today.]

[Neil looks like he has just seen a ghost. A very, very traumatising ghost.]

I did not want to... know... any of... oh gods.

Look, whoever's sending... stuff. Just 'cause I live with, I mean, I'm not into... augh. [He buries his face in his hands.] I mean, just stop. Please.

And if anyone knows how to unsee, or like, unknow things, then... yeah. Tell me?

[ooc: Neil has been hit with rather a lot of gay pornography today. He doesn't want to talk about it. Which means the mun would very much like you to talk to him about it.]

Uhmmmmm.... hello?

[Yes, that's Neil's voice, but it sounds a little bit... different. Quieter, somehow, and possibly a bit higher in pitch.]

Mum? Dad? ...Steph?

[There are a number of clicks, and one switches the video on. Help yourselves to a bit of a different face.]

...Where's this?

[A few more clicks, followed by a very put-upon sigh.]

This thing doesn't have any games.

[And the recording is shut off.]

[ooc: Neil's been aged down to twelve. Aaaaaand you might have notice that this doesn't actually change much, other than his appearance. Replies will be coming from youngerneil this weekend.]

[Hello, City. Get an earful of this:]
( ... )

あの。。何これ？？　失礼だが、誰か日本語を分かることできる？　今、おれは英語ができんだそうです。

ルーシー。。謝ることができたならいいのにと思うけど。。分からねぇだろう。くそ。もうしわけねぇ。

そして、スティーヴンは今もへんらしいね。なぜだろう。。

簡単だった人生が急に難しくなった。

もう、頭がいてぇー。誰か助けてくれなー！

(ooc: yes, all this nonsense means Neil's been hit with the Lost in Translation curse. He can speak conversational Japanese on a normal day, but right now that's all he can do. If any one else speaks, yeah, he thinks he's some sort of cool tough guy which is why he talks like this. Also if his grammar is a little messy, it's because it's his (and my) second language. He (we) is (are) doing his (our) best.]

[Neil is hunkered down in an alleyway, tamping explosive putty into threaded plumber's pipe. Scattered behind him are gardening shears, several more lengths of pipe, spools of wire and thread, tin cans, and a few boxes of nails. He is wearing a plain black t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, and his signature wristbands are missing when he wipes sweat from his brow as he works. His husky, Nym, stands at the mouth of the alley keeping watch.]

I've tried to lock this transmission from the enemy, but in the event that in should be intercepted, please. Don't follow my example. And tell... nah. Just, be safe. Get out, if you can.
If I don't make it through, remember me. My whole life has been combat, but remember the little things. Remember-- [He uses his teeth to tear off the end of the fuse he's fashioning.] --something other than this.
I guess that's all I can ask.

[ooc: Pullin' a genre switch from the grab bag! Not actually locked, because there isn't actually an "enemy" here. Open action, if somebody wants to find him in the alley? Neil thinks he's an apocalyptic war hero this weekend. He probably can't be persuaded that he's not actually at war, but you can try if you want to. Also, who knows if he actually knows what he's doing, but he seems to understand what he's up to in theory. Mun may possibly be a shameless Terminator fanatic. Also she may possibly have re-watched the Dollhouse Epitaphs this week. Shhhhh. Also you're getting only this userpic all weekend because it is so Kyle Reese-tastic.]

Okay, yeah, this sucks. I'll admit it, okay? I hate that nobody ever wants to... no, y'know what? Forget people not ever wanting to do anything, people don't even hardly know I'm there unless I say something. It blows and I hate it and I'm... lonely. Okay? I said it, are you all happy now?

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I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. ~~Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself.~~ I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

[Neil is locked in a sort of stand-off with Little Neil, resident cat and his namesake. Not that they are standing-- both are crouched on their stomachs on the ground with matching vacant expressions. This goes on for some time. Those who continue watching the feed, however, will eventually see Neil rise to his arms and knees and look pointedly at the screen, and then back at Little Neil, as though imploring those watching to do something about the situation at hand.

Finally, Little Neil raises a paw and swipes at Neil's face. Neil recoils for a split second, and then the two chase each other off screen.]

[Neil awakes to the staccato blaring of an alarm clock and a few gentle initiatory flute notes (not that there's an actual flute to be seen anywhere). He sits up, clumsily shuts off the alarm, yawns and stretches exaggeratedly.]

I'm alone! Boy, I sure am glad the ghost of Knives Chau has disappeared overnight. I thought maybe that curse would last forever! It's good to have my room to myself again.

[The way he's speaking is definitely odd-- it's very measured and precise, and quite a bit louder than normal. Speaking of odd things, the sounds of a guitar and a synthesizer matching each other exactly note-for-note can be heard fading in from nowhere. Drums and bass kick up too as Neil suddenly jumps up so he's standing on his bed, and begins dancing and singing:]

Sometimes I wish I had a farm
Where the only pollution is your cigarettes
Where your mind is clear
But I like it here
In my small space
This is the place
Where the sidewalks know my face
As I walk to--

[Here, Neil jumps off the bed, and expands his stage to include the entire room.]

--My apartment, the home where I hide
Away from all the darkness
Outside
In my apartment, the home where I hide
Away from all the darkness
Outside.
I'm there all the time.

[Neil carries on like this for a while, and then ~~exits stage left~~ leaves the room.]

((ooc: Sing and Shout curse! Today Neil is the lead of basically the worst musical ever. blue text is for musical numbers. HE IS WILLING TO SERENADE ANYONE AND EVERYONE, SO COME AND GET IT. Even if you've never met Neil before, he'll find something to sing to/at you about. Seriously.
The above is a Ben Kweller tune, by the way. Ben Kweller is basically the real-life version of Young Neil, as far as I'm concerned. Neil will likely be drawing a lot from him, as well as a few of his favourite bands, throughout the day.))

((or action for Stephen Stills, if he happens to be around))

[The tail end of a distressed yell (read: scream) is heard as the video clicks on. Neil is sitting on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest tightly and staring with apparent horror at the opposite wall of the room.]

H-how did you get in here?

[His shoulders are tense, and if one looks closely enough, he appears to be shaking just slightly.]

How long have you been here? S-Stephen didn't mention that you...

[Neil seems to be terrified to move a centimetre from where he is. He gulps and takes a shaky breath, his voice coming out high and pleading.]

Why won't you say anything?!

[But it's clear to anyone watching that there is no one there; Neil is the only person in the room.]

((ooc: Neil has fallen victim to the Ghost World curse! He seems to unintentionally be playing host to visitor from back home...))

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I'm young, I'll grow out of it.

Neil, 20, lives here.

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