I Can Has Cheezburger Now?
Characters: the_gun_smoker and his partner in crime canisorption anyone can try and stop them, but its probably best not to get involved >_<
Setting/Location: Just outside the Caravan
Date & Time: day 53? he's not sure, he's not in his right mind...
Warnings: Bad language, bullets and carnage!, blood, violence, gun smoke abuse.
Summary: Badou has misplaced his backpack, which means he's only got as many cigarettes as he has in his pocket... which isn't enough for him! Heine, bff that he is, has offered a gunfight to get Badou his fix from gun smoke instead!
There wasn't much to be said, after talking to Heine over the network. Badou was sacred by nature about what was offered, but he was frustrated enough to show up and see if he could at least use Heine to help aid in find his backpack. Sure, the offer of blowing Heine to shit with his babies ingrams was more than tempting, but he really didn't wanna have to resort to it.
Too bad the powers above seemed to disagree with him, as the moment he stepped outta the caravan, his foot slipped on the bottom step and in classic Badou style, the ginger giant skidded, face first into the floor... the cigarette that was balancing on his lips, snapped, rolled a few feet before his muddy face and straight into a puddle. As he watched the cherry dim slowly before sizzling out, his mind went to a better place for a moment. A place of flowers and butterflies, meadows of daisies and beautiful rays of sunshine... Aah~ bliss for a moment or two, just laying there in a puddle, eyes closed, goofy smile on his face... still for now.
Setting/Location: Just outside the Caravan
Date & Time: day 53? he's not sure, he's not in his right mind...
Warnings: Bad language, bullets and carnage!, blood, violence, gun smoke abuse.
Summary: Badou has misplaced his backpack, which means he's only got as many cigarettes as he has in his pocket... which isn't enough for him! Heine, bff that he is, has offered a gunfight to get Badou his fix from gun smoke instead!
There wasn't much to be said, after talking to Heine over the network. Badou was sacred by nature about what was offered, but he was frustrated enough to show up and see if he could at least use Heine to help aid in find his backpack. Sure, the offer of blowing Heine to shit with his babies ingrams was more than tempting, but he really didn't wanna have to resort to it.
Too bad the powers above seemed to disagree with him, as the moment he stepped outta the caravan, his foot slipped on the bottom step and in classic Badou style, the ginger giant skidded, face first into the floor... the cigarette that was balancing on his lips, snapped, rolled a few feet before his muddy face and straight into a puddle. As he watched the cherry dim slowly before sizzling out, his mind went to a better place for a moment. A place of flowers and butterflies, meadows of daisies and beautiful rays of sunshine... Aah~ bliss for a moment or two, just laying there in a puddle, eyes closed, goofy smile on his face... still for now.
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