skaterbrain | ★1 voice ; action

Entry tags:

★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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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!

Well, unfortunately you don't got much of a choice. The journal has a lot of information about this shit—and judging by what it says, they drag ya' out of the barrier to fight.

But hey, that doesn't mean I'm any more willing, either.

[He draws his sword, holding it up with a scowl.]

They won't be getting me without a fight.

[AAAH SWORDS.

That's awesome. Beat would show off his skateboard, but he does not have it and that makes him sad.]

Yeah, G showed me that guide thing. I ain't gonna sit down n' read it all though. Like a damn textbook or somethin'.

Yo, where you get that at, huh? I'm missin' my clothes and my board. My pins, too. Ain't worth shit wit'out 'em.

This? Found it at the weapon's place. The Smithy. I don't know if you'd find any of the stuff you just said there though. There's a item place for anything else.

My board ain't no weapon. Not 'til I'm ridin' it. Where's this item place?

[He points a thumb behind him.]

Just that way. You might have a shitload of stuff to dig through, but you'll probably find it eventually. And hey, if you ever see a long pipe out there, tell me—I've been looking for it.

Edited 2011-07-23 10:25 (UTC)

[Beat turns around and notes the direction Dorochet points in. He looks back at the request.]

Whatchu need plumbin' for?

Huh? Wha— [oh. heh.] Not that. A pipe, like the kind y'smoke. It's a nice stress reliever, even if the shit's bad for you.

Oh. You mean those things. Man, those things smell like ass.

But aight, if you want one.

They do not! [You're just being mean. :|]

Hurry up and go find your shit, before someone else likes it and takes it, huh?

[Sorry, dude, he really thinks they smell bad.]

Eh. To own their each or whateva'.

....Dude?! Someone else can take my stuff?!

Of course they can; it's all just sittin' out in the open, y'know.

But it ain't theirs!

Yeah. That's how stealing works, y'know.

They can't steal! That ain't right!

Well. Welcome to life; it's not all that weird to see, beanie boy.

Naw, I ain't alive. Even here I ain't outta the Game yet.

... The Game?

Yeah, the Reaper's Game. This thing I gotta play.

Huh... Never heard of it before. What's the deal with it?

You gotta last 7 days. Then if you win? You come back ta' life.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

★1 voice ; action

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]