[open] said, you can go sleep at home tonight

[unlostsoul]

Characters: Teddy/Throne (child_proteus), Billy/Want (unlostsoul), and OPEN to all.
Date/Time: November 20th to sometime next week.
Location: All around in Vegas [The Wilderness].
Rating: VERY MUCH UP IN THE AIR, APPARENTLY. Will be updated as we go.
Summary: Throne and Want emerge from their suite to see the sights of Vegas and get some chores done while they still have

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BUT THE TAG IS DELICIOUS?

[misterbluesky]

He was reading over one of Justice's old journal entries, flipping from page to page. There were bits of paper slipped in at places, small notes jotted down that he didn't want to go on the entries themselves- names, times, half-thoughts...

There was movement on the periphery of his vision. Maybe it was another mannequin. Those had taken a bit of getting used to, but after nearly a week they had just become part of the city.

Funny how things ended up like that.

No, it was a person. Another one, anyway, but not someone he recognized. He watched him passingly for a few minutes, trying to place him or pick out anything that stood out about him, but after not noticing anything in particular, he shrugged and went back to his fries for a few minutes.

There was a noise, and he grabbed onto the table as his chair jerked under him, his world going black with pain for a second as his badly bruised left shoulder was bumped into. And hard. He was certain that he made some sort of noise, but he couldn't recall what managed to pass between gritted teeth and deep breaths. He blinked a few times, half-waving at Throne before managing a shake of his head.

"N-no. It's fine."

He closed his eyes tightly, nodding, and it hit him when he turned his head and opened them again. Grease had dripped down his right shoulder. He cursed, grabbing a napkin and wiping at it. "Shit. Justice is going to kill me."

He stopped after a minute. "Sorry. I'm Truth."

[child_proteus]

Throne made a tiny whining noise in his throat the minute he caught sight of the dark, oozy stain that began at the top of the guy's shoulder and continued downwards along the back of his shirt in a long, heavy stroke. Juggling the food around between his two hands, he then crinkled his nose and his brow very deeply at the mention of the name "Justice". There wasn't much Throne knew about Justice, beyond the name; he did know that, as far as he was concerned, Justice spoke like an encyclopedia -- but not in a fun way -- and that Throne hadn't made the most favorable impression on him the first time they'd back-and-forthed over the journals. "Ah, great," Throne muttered to himself irritably and, shoving one corn dog in his mouth, tried to use some of his newly-freed fingers to try to help the guy as he wiped at it.

This, however, proved to be an even more spectacular disaster than the first stain, as Throne proceeded to hurriedly drip yet another one down right beside it.

"Ack," he choked, and accidentally bit all the way through his corn dog, causing it to tumble from his mouth rather gracelessly. Throne managed to catch it before it fell to the ground but only after a long, messy fumble that left his forearms slick with grease. "Oh screw you," he said to the corndog moodily and proceeded to drop it anyway out of spite. "Stupid carnival food."

It wasn't after this whole fiasco that Throne realized once again that he wasn't there on his own. He froze as it dawned on him, standing perfectly still and staring at the corndog, color rising again in his cheeks. He let it manifest, feeling his face go warm, before quickly making it stop again -- he hoped not too abruptly. Looking up finally he flashed his most apologetic smile.

"Uh...hi there," he said then said sheepishly. "And, uh...sorry about that." Throne nodded at Truth's -- well Justice's -- shirt and blushed again.

He stood there awkwardly in silence for a moment, occasionally stealing glances at the corn dog on the floor. A mannequin eventually made it's way over and began to clean it up, which Throne found rather creepy, so he stepped forward and quickly kicked the corn dog away from the both of them. The mannequin duteously followed.

"Sooooo," Throne then said. It'd been a while since the last time he'd had a conversation with somebody he thought of as an 'adult' and so there was an overhanging sense of awkwardness to his voice and his posture. "Oh, yeah, um, duh. Nice to meet you, I'm -- uh -- Throne. I'd shake but..."

Throne waggled his head back and forth.