Running Full Force Forward

[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.]

Aight, I ain't never 'llowed to have food that those stupid chickens make ever again, yo.

Where the hell am I?

HEY. ANYONE KNOW WHERE I AM?!

[He turns the laptop around so it pans about the area, which looks like he's near the volcano.]

...oh hey. What's that?

[He sets the laptop down and the camera picks him up as he trots into view, bending over and picking up something from the grass.]

...

HOSHIT. It's my pin! BOOYAKA, I'M BACK!

[And he runs off. In the wrong direction from the village.]

[The sound of grass swishing as someone runs through it. Then a loud and rather nasty sounding BANG as if someone ran into something. And then a thump as if they hit the ground.]

...goddamn rocks.

[Beat's sitting at the bottom of one of the tree house trees, rainbow colored planks of wood around him and a bucket of nails and a hammer. He's got slaphazard bandages on most of his fingers and he stares at the wood with genuine confusion.]

...Goddamn, this shit's hard. AIGHT. Let's do this!

[He jumps up, picks up a plank or two and starts trying to put it together again, only to...bang his hand and curse loudly.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!! HOW IS THIS THAT GODDAMN HARD?!

[He deflates a moment later and flops over on his back, huffing.]

...Man, I wish Rhyme were 'ere...she'd know how to do this.

Okay, you know what? I WAITED OVER HERE LONG ENOUGH.

CAN I COME BACK YET?

THIS IS GETTING GODDAMN BORING AND...

....

JESUS CHRI--- THE TREE JUST FELL IN THE HOLE.

WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE DID THAT THING COME FROM?!

[Coughing and the sound of leaves rustling past]

Goddammit! Anyone still in here?! If you are, holla back! I'm comin' to find you!

Dontchu go and die on me! This ain't--

[A loud crash and then a crackle of fire]

Christ! Come on! Where you guys at?!

YO, SIEBENTARDS.
YOU ALL SUCK BALLS.

Got yer attention? Hell yeah, I do.

Screw this giant hole crap, yo!

I'M BORED.

Le's do somethin'.

STOP HIDIN' IN YER DAMN HOUSES OR IMMA COME BEAT YOU OUTTA THEM. Ain't gonna do a damn thing to sit 'round and blubber on 'bout them earthquakes, so le's go do somethin' fun.

PHONES. THAT MEANS YOU. Stop emoin' and mopin' about or Imma punch you in tha face. Might not be a Reaper no more, but I can still kick your lame ass to the moon and back.

...whoa, this...

...

Is a really big hole.

[SOUND OF HIM SCUFFING HIS FOOT ACROSS THE GROUND]

...

Damn, that thing's deep.

...

[SAME NOISE AGAIN.]

Holy craaaaaaaap. I can't even see where they went, yo! That's ti--

[A RUMBLING NOISE AND THE SOUND OF BEAT FREAKING OUT BEFORE HE RUNS AWAY LIKE A DUMBASS]

DAMMIT, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME!!!