[ EU ] [ CW ] Write a scene from Game of Thrones as if it took place in neighboring trailer parks in Florida

Throngs of pale- and red-skinned people roared around the Porch, chanting `` Do it! Do it!,'' with their tattooed arms raised. Glass bottles rose in the air, glinting in the waning sunlight, only to hit the concrete and smash and smear glass across the lawns. 
 
 Marya cut her way through the crowd, trying to get a better view of the Porch. She ducked under someones cut-off jean shorts, dodged around a large woman wearing a jersey with two fat, white numbers printed on the back, and narrowly avoided someone's elbow. She stopped only inches from the porch. Her breath caught in her throat. 
 
 Her father was a broken man. Once a king in this park, he was being muscled out by two strongmen wearing baseball hats so tight, she could almost see their skulls. Her father could hardly stand, and his long, flowing mullet was greasy, and ragged with sweat. 
 
 Marya wanted to scream. She wanted to make it all stop, she wanted to beg for her father's sake, but when she opened her mouth, a thick, muscular arm wrapped around her neck and choked her off. 
 
 `` Do n't say a word, Marya. It has to be this way.'' 
 
 Two tattooed snaked danced on the arm as it pulled her in. She struggled, gagging, and slipped under the arm. Before she could crawl away under the muddy forest of limbs, a hand yanked on her hair 
 
 She screamed in pain. 
 
 The smell of cheap beer and spitting tobacco wafted over her, as the gruff voice of her uncle Benji growled in her ear, `` There's nothing you can do now, girl. He deserves this, your father. He chose the wrong side.'' 
 
 `` No!'' she screamed, and she kicked and she clawed, but her Uncle did not let go. 
 
 Up on the porch, her father had been shoved into a chair. His head was tilted all the way back, and the scraggly beginnings of a beard showed on his sun-burned neck. 
 
 A golden haired man stepped onto the porch, with a knife as long as his arm clutched close to his side. At the sight of him, Marya's insides boiled. All she could do was watch as he raised the blade, high into the air, and the rough crowd of onlookers cheered. 
 
 `` Behold'' the blond one said, `` The traitor has been caught!'' 
 
 `` No!'' Marya screamed, but her Uncle clapped a sweaty hand around her mouth. 
 
 Standing over her father, the blond man lifted the blade, and gave a mighty chop. 
 
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 `` Marya.'' 
 
 `` No!'' 
 
 `` Marya, please. Come out.'' 
 
 `` Never!'' 
 
 `` Marya, it's not that bad.'' 
 
 `` You look like a freak!'' 
 
 `` It's not that bad. All they did was chop off my mullet.'' Marya's father held out a hand, trying to coax out the sobbing girl from underneath the trailer, `` Marya, come on.'' 
 
 `` They called you a traitor!'' 
 
 `` Well, I kinda am. We are in Buccs country, and I bet on the Packers. I lost. It happens.'' 
 
 Marya crawled out of her hiding spot, wiping the snot from her nose, and looked up at her father. His hair was horribly misshapen, and at least a foot shorter. Marya wrapped her arms around her father, and squeezed, `` Are you ever gon na look normal again?'' 
 
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