four | action/voice

[wasthatmymom]

[Action - An alley near McDonalds]

[An alleyway a block or two down from the closest McDonald's to Locke High becomes the site of a series of horrified, guttural screams. It's a young boy's voice, shrieking "My head" over and over in between the shouts of agony. It sounds like someone is being murdered. Of course, this is an alleyway rarely crossed, and thus, no one is around to help him. The screams go on and on until they eventually subside, and by the time anyone can get to him, it's already too late.

Connie is curled up in a ball against a chain link fenced, drenched in the water from a nearby puddle. His crumpled form is a pitiful sight, as he sits motionlessly, hands clinging to his skull. His bare, hairless skull. The giant, man-sized brush is no where to be seen, leaving whatever happened to him a total mystery. At least, if you didn't know of his glorious afro beforehand. Anyone who wants to offer him a hand can, but he doesn't look ready to go anywhere any time soon.]

[Voice - Network]

[A few minutes afterwards, he takes out his phone and addresses the network.]

All of it's gone.

It's all gone, there's nothing left. They took it from me. Everything. Nothing...I'm nothing now...[For the first time ever, the network get's to hear what Connie sounds like when he's not making an ass of himself and joking around. He chokes back a sob.]

What do I do...This is b-bullshit...Why me...?

F-Fro...

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[wasthatmymom]

I...can survive without a kidney...

[Connie attempts to get to his feet, hands still obscuring his head. His feet are wobbly, and he nearly falls over. This is truly a broken man.]

Please, just...don't laugh. I already feel like shit.

Th-There was...[He releases his hands from his newly hairless head, his skull absolutely shining in the moonlight.]

...A fronapping...

[dirtdevil]

[ Oh, Connie. Don't you know anything? This is a man who laughs for no one. Especially not when he just hauled ass over to a random alleyway across town because he thought an annoying kid he knew might be in big trouble. This is something that has happened before to another annoying kid he knew who shan't be named (just kidding it was Alan), so it wasn't an unreasonable assumption.

Except for one thing. Alan is Alan, true, but this is Connie "Con-man Sprong Daddy" Springer. This kid is on another level entirely. His entire existence is ridiculous. And this? This is the icing on the fucking cake. All Levi can do is stare at him blankly (a skill he's mastered through years of overuse), blinding though his newly-shorn head may be. ]

That's it? Your fucking afro is gone?

[wasthatmymom]

[He looks at Levi like a sad, frightened child. Which is...pretty much just what he is. A monster just ate all of his hair, cut him some slack.]

"That's it"...? Th-This is a tragedy! How can you...How can you so callous...?

[dirtdevil]

Oh, I don't know, maybe because I was expecting to find you missing something that doesn't just grow back. You do know hair grows back, don't you?

[ He's keeping it together, but there's definitely a hint of irritation in his voice—a little more than the amount that's always there, anyway. Still, while he would probably never come out and say it, he's relieved Connie isn't actually in trouble. Dude seriously needs to breathe into the bag, though.

...On second thought, he might be almost as horrified if his hair was suddenly stolen from him. Jarring as Connie looks bald, he would probably look a thousand times worse. Shudder. ]