9th Picture [Phone/Action] [Backdated a bit]
[Phone]
[Droned Hughes feels pretty bad about hitting one of his comrades earlier. He'll have to apologize, because that was totally uncalled for]
I would like to apologize to our glorious nation for my ridiculous actions--I was fooled by the toxins those capitalist pigs forced on us. However, I am now entirely cleansed of my ridiculous thoughts and am now ready to service the city with all my heart and soul. Long live the glory of our motherland.
[Action]
[And a few hours later, as Hughes is walking through the park to get home from delivering beets to Olivier, he snaps out of his droning. The bag of beets he was carrying falls across the ground and he grabs the wrapped stump of what used to be his hand in pain. He'll be sitting there on the bench holding it, watching the other 'Russians' working on their jobs. He recalls sitting at this park, watching a droned Elicia and Gracia play at the equipment. Now it's an ugly, drab place.
Ugh.
And like before, he'll use this place as a place of thinking, chilling there until the sun starts to set.
If anyone has an impossible job and needs an idea, maybe you can run into Hughes. He certainly has quite a few thoughts of his own, though implementing them would probably just end with another severed limb.]
This... is the worst.
[Action #2]
[If you're in the factory the next day, he'll be there diligently working, despite his new handicap. Blessings to communism.]
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[ooc: so I don't clog up the crazy awesome list of people, here's another post with 3 possibilities slapped in! Sort of a 'conclusion' to his first post concerning this event~! Pick whichever of the three you'd like. :3]