Home sweet Manhattan? [Active/Closed (ask)]
Characters: Zidane, later joined by Sara and Vyers. Ask permission if you want to join as well :O
Content: Zidane finds himself back in Manhattan - no sweat! … except that the crabs are a lot different and he’s weaponless again. Dammit.
Location: An internet café around 46th and 7th.
Time of Day: Noonish.
Warnings: Crabs?
Well, hell. This wasn’t exactly a new predicament, but it certainly isn’t something Zidane was expecting to be tossed at again. How much time had gone past? God, his head was killing him. He glances around at the familiar torn and beaten city, again without any weaponry or anything of much use. He wonders if his make-shift weapon was still at the hotel where he… left it…
…left it last time.
Damn.
Zidane doesn’t have too long to debate whatever just happened - his ears pick up on a very recognizable scuffle and he throws his arms up in aggravation. “Oh, come on! Not now!” Weapon. He needed a weapon, and quick..
Thinking fast, he bolts, feeling déjà vu sink in, the whole situation reminding him of his first time in the city.
And then, the crabs are after him, and Zidane realizes with a small mix of horror and panic that they’re different than before. What? This… is this even the same Manhattan?! But it had to be! Okay, okay just chill - there had to be a simple solution to all this.
He searches the surrounding area as he runs, avoiding rubble and still searching for a suitable makeshift weapon, but he’s not entirely sure he wants to start testing what works against giant crabs now of all times. Didn’t exactly seem fun, and he wasn’t yet adjusted to Manhattan again. He could feel his limbs becoming sluggish as he continued on.
He catches a street sign before he skids to a halt before an internet café, relief washing over him until he sees the crabs still nearby. “Can’t you guys ever take a break?” he snaps at them, then darts inside, slamming the door shut and taking a breath of relief. Why were the damn things out during the day, anyway?
…and why were they trying to get in? “Are you kidding me?!” he yells, turning around to face the bastards. Okay. So barricading himself in, huh? With hopes that he still had some friends in the city to get him out of this little mess. Awesome, so it’s back to the crazy life of Manhattan.
He attempts to quietly ‘soothe’ the crabs as he moves away from the door, then he’s at work again, pulling at a table and kicking at wires to separate and dragging it over to block the door. “That’ll hold you for now, right?” He folds his arms, watching the erratic crabs. Well, at least it wasn’t Clover.
Sighing, he slides over to a computer, ignores the pestering sounds outside, and tries to figure out what the heck has been going on.
Content: Zidane finds himself back in Manhattan - no sweat! … except that the crabs are a lot different and he’s weaponless again. Dammit.
Location: An internet café around 46th and 7th.
Time of Day: Noonish.
Warnings: Crabs?
Well, hell. This wasn’t exactly a new predicament, but it certainly isn’t something Zidane was expecting to be tossed at again. How much time had gone past? God, his head was killing him. He glances around at the familiar torn and beaten city, again without any weaponry or anything of much use. He wonders if his make-shift weapon was still at the hotel where he… left it…
…left it last time.
Damn.
Zidane doesn’t have too long to debate whatever just happened - his ears pick up on a very recognizable scuffle and he throws his arms up in aggravation. “Oh, come on! Not now!” Weapon. He needed a weapon, and quick..
Thinking fast, he bolts, feeling déjà vu sink in, the whole situation reminding him of his first time in the city.
And then, the crabs are after him, and Zidane realizes with a small mix of horror and panic that they’re different than before. What? This… is this even the same Manhattan?! But it had to be! Okay, okay just chill - there had to be a simple solution to all this.
He searches the surrounding area as he runs, avoiding rubble and still searching for a suitable makeshift weapon, but he’s not entirely sure he wants to start testing what works against giant crabs now of all times. Didn’t exactly seem fun, and he wasn’t yet adjusted to Manhattan again. He could feel his limbs becoming sluggish as he continued on.
He catches a street sign before he skids to a halt before an internet café, relief washing over him until he sees the crabs still nearby. “Can’t you guys ever take a break?” he snaps at them, then darts inside, slamming the door shut and taking a breath of relief. Why were the damn things out during the day, anyway?
…and why were they trying to get in? “Are you kidding me?!” he yells, turning around to face the bastards. Okay. So barricading himself in, huh? With hopes that he still had some friends in the city to get him out of this little mess. Awesome, so it’s back to the crazy life of Manhattan.
He attempts to quietly ‘soothe’ the crabs as he moves away from the door, then he’s at work again, pulling at a table and kicking at wires to separate and dragging it over to block the door. “That’ll hold you for now, right?” He folds his arms, watching the erratic crabs. Well, at least it wasn’t Clover.
Sighing, he slides over to a computer, ignores the pestering sounds outside, and tries to figure out what the heck has been going on.