Which way does a tree fall?
This is the home of the Once-ler. His thneed hasn't taken off as fast as he would have hoped. This is fine, the rather bitter (realistic) business man has found ways to pass the time waiting for the world to catch on.

|RP blog|NSFW(?)|Open to questions|

raxcity:

          He stares incredulously at his younger yet

           apparently wiser double, carefully observing
           the trends of his features and movements of
           his hands; his pattern of speech is even wildly
           similar to his own. Choking a bitter laugh, he
           shakes his head in disbelief. “You really are me,
           aren’t you?” The absurdity in his words is almost
           humiliating; whoever this nobody kid thinks he is,
           there is no chance he can convincingly claim the
           identity of someone in the room. He scoffs and
           turns away in avoidance.

          “Are you deaf? I didn’t ask to bring them back. I
           asked to send you away,” he corrects snappily,
           folding his gloved arms to his chest as if to
           manually raise his defenses. Of course he feels
           guilty. He has for some time now; but does that
           guilt suddenly become a willingness to shame
           himself the minute a kid with a smart lip and a
           cheap vest starts spitting accusations? Absolutely not.

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          “Look, whatever you think you know—i-it’s wrong
           and it’s none of your business, alright!?” A whirl
           of his coat tails and he is faced with his accuser
           once more, reaching out to shove him backwards.
           Almost expecting his arm to flow through his
           shoulder and verify his initial assumption, he
           notes that the skin is solid. “Look at that! You
           were actually right about something. Seeing as
           you’re not some more of that little fur ball’s
           supernatural junk, I need you to get out. Good
           riddance, don’t ever come back.”

Once watched the other tough his chest shoving him slightly towards the stairs. “I’m wrong? Oh, I suppose you are an upstanding business man. Who does everything he can to save the place he called home. You’re just as flawless as the Press says.” Once started to laugh running his long fingers through his hair looking at his twin. “You must be drinking up those press statements like they are water.” He said his tone amused now. 

"Do you really face a decaying valley everyday thinking you’re doing something good?" He asked genuinely curious if the double really had rose tinted glasses on to the matter. He shook his head his smile now stuck on his lips. This double was a piece of work, "Do think it is going to hurt when you fall?" He asked now not waiting for the other’s reply as he moved towards the stairs starting down them. "When you’re done with ignoring your conscious come find me. It shouldn’t be hard for a smart business man like you."    

raxcity:

          Eyes widen and travel on their own volition to

           meet his face. The faint lighting in his office
           reveals little detail, though certain similarities
           are undoubtedly apparent. About to respond
           to the impostor’s audacious claim, he falls
           silent at his second inquiry, hesitantly following
           his gaze towards the tragedy just outside his
           window. Oh no—they’re still going. Each of them
           are suffering at his own hands; so many animals,
           the trail now extending too far for his own vision,
           and he feels sick. 
"Of course I’m not happy," he
           replies quietly, turning on his heal. Anything to
           escape that dreadful sight that he is certain will
           haunt him for years to come. Wait, that’s it…

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          ”He sent you, didn’t he!? That no good, old…ugh!
           He sent you to make me feel even worse and
           even dressed you just like—! Oh, he would—he
           so would!” Gripping the railing of the balcony,
           he stifles a sob and bravely confronts the dense
           clouds above. "I GET IT, OKAY!? I’VE LEARNED
           MY LESSON, LORAX! PLEASE, STOP THIS!”

"You don’t get it." Once snapped approaching the other. "If you got it, you wouldn’t be beggin him to stop this." Once stood with his back straight, he gestured to the valley out before them. "You sowed this land Onceler. Just you and not anyone else. This is the crown of filth you have worn like a king. Begging won’t bring them back, won’t bring him back." Once moved towards the stairs "You blame the Lorax for your own guilt, you blame everyone but yourself. You made excuse after excuse, to others, to the lorax, to the animals and to yourself." Once walked back to the twin his eyes stared at the other that matched his own. 


"You don’t get it, there is no lesson here to magically fix it all. There is just the now, here what you see before you."  

raxcity:

          “Is this some kind of joke?” He feigns a chuckle,
           but through careful observation notices the young
           man looks more bewildered than amused. A heavy
           sense of discomfort settles over them both, and he
           averts his gaze, wishing he would leave. His presence
           is beginning to serve as an unpleasant reminder.
           ”Who are you?” he demands impatiently, stiffening
           where he stands. “And why are you dressed like—
           …like that?

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Once looked around the office, he moved to the window steps even as he walked. “I am the Once-ler.” He stated snapping his head to look at the other with a raised brow before brushing the comment off. This, twin, didn’t need to be judging his clothes. Once looked out at what was formally the woods he once lived in. His heart raced seeing the animals with their fur matted and falling off starting to leave the valley. “Are you happy?” 

ask-miss-celeste

Hm? (Celeste looked up at the man standing in the window of a cottage and smiled politely) Oh no, I’m not lost. I come out here all the time. Though this is the first I’ve seen this house before. I must have gone a lot farther this time.

"If you keep wandering in you may not find your way out." Once said sitting down in his old chair before going back to knitting. "I’m not much for dealing with the Lorax and his opinion on visitors." He said pulling on the material. 

(Source: truffulaforest)

tiny-smartass:

truffulaforest:

tiny-smartass:

"Hm?" Dexter looked up. "Oh, er thanks for informing me of that." He smiled slightly. 

"You here to get fruit or are you loss?" He asked tapping out a light beat. "Because no one comes out this far into the woods unless they are lost or looking for something." 

"This place looked quite interesting,so I came to check it out." they boy said and adjusted his glasses.

"Oh? So you’re here to explore. So you are here to get lost." Once teased the young boy. "You don’t look like the type to just come out to explore the woods." He said gesturing to the white lab coat and black boots. 

tiny-smartass:

"Hm?" Dexter looked up. "Oh, er thanks for informing me of that." He smiled slightly. 

"You here to get fruit or are you loss?" He asked tapping out a light beat. "Because no one comes out this far into the woods unless they are lost or looking for something." 

(Source: truffulaforest)

Once leaned back in his chair, his window open as he started to knit a pair of gloves humming amused. He looked up hearing footsteps, he raised a brow at the woman. “Hello,” He looked past her looking for anyone accompanying her “Are you loss miss?” 

Once leaned out of his window smiling amused as he watched the red headed child venture through the forest. “You know, if you keep heading in that direction you’ll walk right into a river.” He informed the boy, he had limited experience with children. Though he still did find them amusing despite the little girl in town antics.  



Once rolled his eyes dropping an arm full of barbaloots on to the pile of left over tufts. “Stop  coming into my home.” he scolded the animals that looked up at what they would considered a talking twig.  He sighed shaking his head at the creatures that rolled in the tufts of the truffula tree. He started his venture through the woods whistling a light hearted tune. Once felt a skip in his step as the lyrics came to mind. 

Rye whiskey makes your heart beat louder,
makes your voice seem softer, makes the back room hotter, oh, but

He sang looking back at pipsqueak and the others that followed him. He creeped closer to them his eyes carrying mischief. 

rye thoughts aren’t good thoughts, Boys,
have I ever told you about the time I…” 

He sang letting his hand grasp the trunk of a truffula tree. He let his weight stoop low so his hand could brush the top of pipsqueaks head.