First Bomb Voice/Action
*There's a small sound of rustling in the background. A man's voice seems to be muttering to himself.*
Cookie cutter houses and perfectly ironed clothes... this is something new.
*Zolf speaks into the phone next, his voice kind and as crisp as it can be with this old technology.*
Excuse me. Hello? My name is Zolf J. Kimbley and I need some assistance. It seems as though I have woken up somewhere unknown to me. I'm also quite curious as to why I do not have my old clothes or any of my possessions with me.
If anyone could assist me in this matter, that would be lovely. And I hear I have other residents here at... 772 Bunker Street.
---[ACTION: for those who want to meet him in person in 772 of Bunker Street]
*He lies back onto his bed and holds his hand up, palm facing him. It looks so bare to him... almost naked as he looks at his untattooed hand. It had been years since he had last seen his entire palm. The palm that he was born with. Without his arrays, he was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not his clothes, not his arrays. It was like he was some doll for someone to use. He wasn't going to accept it. Not like this. He'd figure this out somehow.*
Cookie cutter houses and perfectly ironed clothes... this is something new.
*Zolf speaks into the phone next, his voice kind and as crisp as it can be with this old technology.*
Excuse me. Hello? My name is Zolf J. Kimbley and I need some assistance. It seems as though I have woken up somewhere unknown to me. I'm also quite curious as to why I do not have my old clothes or any of my possessions with me.
If anyone could assist me in this matter, that would be lovely. And I hear I have other residents here at... 772 Bunker Street.
---[ACTION: for those who want to meet him in person in 772 of Bunker Street]
*He lies back onto his bed and holds his hand up, palm facing him. It looks so bare to him... almost naked as he looks at his untattooed hand. It had been years since he had last seen his entire palm. The palm that he was born with. Without his arrays, he was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not his clothes, not his arrays. It was like he was some doll for someone to use. He wasn't going to accept it. Not like this. He'd figure this out somehow.*