skaterbrain | ★1 voice ; action

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[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that last part yet, however.

Once he's floundered his way out of the fountain, he finds a book with his name on it. His full name. Beat throws the journal at the fountain, bouncing it off the stone basin and turning it on.]

--OLD YOU THAT NAME?!

Stupid book. Hate books.

YO, PHONES!! PHOOOOOOOOONES!!! WHERE YOU AT?!

WHEN'D SHIBUYA GET A BIG-ASS PARK?

PHOOOOONES!!!!

[OOC EDIT: There's a lot of huge-text in the comments, so beware when you open the page in case your browser can't handle it.]

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[T H I N K I N G.]

....Oh. Aight, well, if you say so.

[Guess it's time to go find his stuff.]

Wish you the best of luck with everything.

Thanks, G! See ya 'round if I don' bust my way outta here 'fore that!

If you find a way out, leave an opening for me.

Girl, I'll be leavin' whateva's keepin' us here so fulla holes you could drive a train through it.

From what I've heard and been reading about, this has been going on for years. People come and go, but no one's found a reliable way out.

Not meant to be discouraging, just stating the facts.

Tha's 'cause I ain't been here before. I'm gonna be the next Composer, yo. I ain't gonna let some fugly park keep me from that.

I hate to detract from the topic on hand, but one day you're going to have to explain what you mean by "Reapers", "Players" and "Composer".

Yeah, see? Big words. No getty.

[Eh, oh well.]

Reapers' are the ones who screw wit' the Players who are the ones in this messed up game a' life or death run by some whacked out weirdo named the Composer. I'm gonna kick his ass backwards and take over. Make things right.

Sorry about that. Habit.

Interesting. Sounds like a parallel of what's going on here. But I wish you the best of luck with that.

Naw, s'alright. Lotta people do it.

...Yeah? Well, damn, then all I gotta do is find Phones and beat the hell outta whoeva's keepin' us and we outta here!

Who is Phones?

Phones'... my friend. And my partner. Scrawny kinda kid, orange spikey hair, always got a pair a' phones on. Damn good at usin' pins.

You seen 'im?

I'm afraid I haven't, though I'm fairly new here myself.

I'll keep an eye out for him.

Thanks. Wit'out me, he's gonna be Noise-chow, so holla if you find 'im.

[...Noise?]

Will do. I'm sure if he's around he'll come in contact with you.

[Because really, who could miss all that shouting?]

He betta'. I ain't gonna get Erased just 'cause he's off shoppin' or somethin'.

I don't think you'll have to worry about that while you're here.

Heh, that'd be coo'. Was kinda fadin' out already, but I kicked that out. Had somethin' to do.

[.....]

Still do.

I've been told by several people that time back home doesn't move while you're here. Meaning the moment you get back home, things pick up right where they were, not a second more or less.

Don' care 'bout that, I care 'bout getting things done. [In other words, he doesn't understand what was just said.]

Headstrong and determined. Good traits to have. They'll serve you well.

Only one's gettin' served're gonna be the ones keepin' me from bein' the Composer, yo!

[...Right. His reading comprehension isn't the best, but it's... well, oddly endearing with him. Ginia sighs and chuckles on her end.]

I would hate to be in their shoes then.

Naw, G. You ain't no Reaper, so we coo'.

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