Have You Heard the One About the Insomniatic Kiwi-?

[pride_of_kiwi]

WHO: John and Loto
WHEN: May 2nd, Sunday, early evening
WHERE: The streets of Liberty~ Central square
WHAT: Can't sleep, can't work, can't think can't handle his mum's constant nagging. A restless man scours the streets in search of inspiration...

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HRGN, NEED MORE ICONSSS

[185_sardines]

Wait--was it a left on Valor ave. or a right...? Or maybe he was supposed to turn on the corner with that Taco Bell place. Ah jeez, maybe he shouldn't have lent out his map to that lovely couple a few hours ago. They said they'd bring it right back but it's been five hours already and Loto needed to find Liberty already. Well at least he though it had been five hours, he couldn't really tell

GOOGLE. THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS GOOGLE.

[pride_of_kiwi]

His answer was a loud, boisterous laughter that rumbled in his ear drums and the constricting cage of his chest. It was frighteningly cheerful, as was the face splitting grin, the chuckling in the deep voice now accosting him. "Well, seems you're thinking you're a bit up the boohai aren't ya, bugalugs?"

Loto's world shook mildly for a few moments while a calloused palm smacked him merrily on the back. "I'll point ya to Liberty, alright."

He watched an index finger slowly rise, indicate East. Then West. Then... North. Then South. Then, strangely enough, right at his feet.

"You're already here! Lookin' for anyplace in particular? Might be able to help ya out."

S-sorry for the lateness "orz

[185_sardines]

"O-oh!" he laughed nervously at his own dim-witted moment, blushing in embarrassment. "I don't wanna' earbash you too long mate but, w-well you see I was looking for the nearest comedy club actually."

Turning his head too look around he only saw barren stores dimly lit by neon "closed" signs. He let out a long sigh as he let an open palm run down his face, "Though I suppose they've already closed up for the night by now."

The man in front of him seemed to be quite the nice fellow, nothing like those tattooed cholos from a few days back. Just goes to show you not every bloke with a handful of tattoos is gonna punch you to the ground when you ask them something. However, he couldn't put his finger on why the man's tattoos seemed so familiar...

S'aight bro- we're cool. Real cool. (*badun dun tssh!*)

[pride_of_kiwi]

John, at least, had locked onto the kid's accent immediately and without any hesitation whatsoever, that calloused palm was back smacking Loto's shoulder with the loud proclamation, "Well! Y'don't happen t'be a fellow Kiwi, eh. What part of the island are y'from?"

He chuckled heartily, steering the unfortunate, wayward soul away from the empty shopfronts. Figured if it was a club he was looking for at two in the morning, he could show the little bloke a good place to start.

Not in this distract. Oh definitely not. It took an odd sense of humor indeed for the locals to think baseball bat plus car alarm equaled comedy.

"Not many of us around, y'know? So tell me about yourself-" A pause inserted for a name to be given that John emphasized with a crocked grin and a patient eye to eye stare.