skaterbrain | ★1 voice ; action

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★1 voice ; action

[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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[IT LOOKS LIKE A CHICKEN TO ME. NOT MY FAULT YOU LOOK LIKE A CHICKEN.]

So a phone book. That ain't much betta'.

[AND YOUR HEAD LOOKS LIKE AN ROLLY POLLY. WHAT NOW.]

Nah, nah, it's a literal phone book. There's a screen on it and a microphone or whatever and it works like a phone.

[UGH, you're denser than Law. This won't work.]

Look, where'd you put the thing, anyway?

[THAT ONLY WORKS IF HE KNOWS WHAT A ROLLY POLLY IS. HAHAHAHAH. JOKE'S ON YOU. HE'S TOO STUPID.]

Why donchu just say phone then?

And I dunno. I threw it--

[That way. It had-- OH GOD. He runs over and snatches it off the ground, trying to find somewhere he can hide it. He only has cotton pants on. This is not going to work.]

...

What the hell's your problem?

NOTHIN'.

[He sticks the journal in his waistband, name side IN and scratches the back of his head.]

Yo, so...I'm Beat. What's yo' name?

I'm Dorochet. I'm about as new as you are—only been here for about a week. So, uh. Welcome, fellow prisoner.

[Yeah that's gonna get turned into a nickname soon enough.]

We really prisoners? I ain't done nothin' wrong.

Yeah. Basically, we're all kidnapped.

....

Unless you were dead before. Then I guess it's not technically kidnappin'. Since they weren't even alive before.

[He thinks. :|a]

Not really sure how any of the shit here works.

Then what'd you call it if you was dead, huh?

[He thinks. It hurts.]

Eh, whateva'. Guess it don't matta' in the run a' things.

So what? Whose ass we gotta kick to get outta here?

Right now? Nobody's. They got a stupid barrier around the place that we can't smash down or cut up. And they happen t'be on the other side of it. So we're just at their mercy, I guess.

Naw...there gotta be a keypin or somethin', right? We can't be just...stuck sittin' here! There gotta be somethin' we can do!

[Because if that's how it is, he isn't so sure he won't just up and disappear by the end of the day.]

... A key-what?

[STOP MAKING UP WORDS.]

Edited 2011-07-13 10:50 (UTC)

Keypin, yo. Like--

[He reaches in his pockets, only to realize that these aren't his pants. So he doesn't have his pins or his keypin and akdfj;ajf;aj RIGHT, WHERE ARE HIS CLOTHES?!]

WHA--?!?! Where're my pins?! What tha' hell?!

Th'hell are pins?!

And pipe down a little!

[When're you gonna lose your damn voice already?]

Pins're-- Yanno, pins! [He motions with his hand to show their size and shape] Gotta use 'em to battle Noise and some of 'em open doors and invisible walls and stuff! Me n' Phones had a keypin that could open up the Shibuya River! Yo, if we could open that, we could open up the wall here!

[SCREAM OF FRUSTRATION. The answer to your question, Dorochet, is never. He never loses his voice.]

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!!!!

We was so close... So goddamn close...

... Well, I don't know what pins are. Or whatever the hell these 'Noise' things are. But whatever the case, we're all trapped here. [Sorry to say. :|] At least, until the people running this place give us a clue on how to bust out. I guess a lot of people'll've tried, but there haven't been any results.

Edited 2011-07-14 05:53 (UTC)

Then I'm gonna try harder. I can't let some stupid wall keep me in!

First thing's first—you should probably get yourself some clothes and a place to live. Everything's free here, at least, so you don't gotta' worry about shit like cash.

...Free? Yo, everythin's free? SWEET.

Well, yeah. You can basically hang around and not do any work at all. Though, I don't know if that'll make you feel any better about them forcing us into wars.

[Yeeeeah, bit of a downside.]

.........wars?

Yeah... They got some sort of beef with this group outside this place—and sometimes, I hear from the older folks here that they send us out to fight for 'em.

[He's annoyed, but not exactly shocked. People with power do fucked things.]

Yo, that ain't right. They got beef, they deal wit' it themselves. Why they gotta bring us into it?

Because life's unfair, when it comes to people like them. The best we can do is complain when we can, and fight if we have to. That's just the way it's always been, in any world. Unfortunately.

Naw, man, I ain't gonna settle for that. They can't make me fight no lame ass war fo' them!

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