the odd couple (active/closed)
Characters: Hellboy (redrighthanded) & Dr. Watson (motherhenning).
Setting/Location: Gamma Tower, N-302.
Date & Time: Day 0, late evening.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Hellboy and Watson meet for the first time. It's bound to go well, right?
Hellboy had learned a couple things during the two years he spent chained to the mid-Atlantic seabed: one, never trust a giant fish-lady; two, it's damn cold on the ocean floor; three, so long as a place has a bed and walls and breathable atmosphere, it ain't worth complaining about. With that in mind, he was feeling rather upbeat about his current living situation, even if it meant having to share with a guy he was pretty sure used to be a fictional character. And having to duck his head to get through the door.
Taking inventory of his Home Away From Home had taken all of a couple of minutes, so Hellboy decided to occupy the rest of his time by cleaning the Samaritan. He sat in one of the two chairs, tail flicking absently back and forth, his coat slung over the corner of the bunkbed, bits of oversized revolver spread out in front of him on the table. Every so often he'd begin humming "We're Off to See the Wizard", which had been stuck in his head all day.
Setting/Location: Gamma Tower, N-302.
Date & Time: Day 0, late evening.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Hellboy and Watson meet for the first time. It's bound to go well, right?
Hellboy had learned a couple things during the two years he spent chained to the mid-Atlantic seabed: one, never trust a giant fish-lady; two, it's damn cold on the ocean floor; three, so long as a place has a bed and walls and breathable atmosphere, it ain't worth complaining about. With that in mind, he was feeling rather upbeat about his current living situation, even if it meant having to share with a guy he was pretty sure used to be a fictional character. And having to duck his head to get through the door.
Taking inventory of his Home Away From Home had taken all of a couple of minutes, so Hellboy decided to occupy the rest of his time by cleaning the Samaritan. He sat in one of the two chairs, tail flicking absently back and forth, his coat slung over the corner of the bunkbed, bits of oversized revolver spread out in front of him on the table. Every so often he'd begin humming "We're Off to See the Wizard", which had been stuck in his head all day.