The Most Horrible Invasion Ever [active]
Character(s): Zim and Kit Fisto
Content: Zim enters Paixao, two green aliens meet, Zim makes an utter fool of himself.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Somewhere between morning and noonish
Warnings: Anything that you could expect from Zim
Somewhere on Earth, a boy had gone missing and, though he left an impression on everyone he met, he wouldn't be missed. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if the majority of the populace were celebrating the fact that the green child hadn't appeared in the local skool that morning. In fact, most doctors would be relieved that they could now go for at least a couple of days without seeing people who were going deaf due to the boy's mind-shatteringly loud screams of whatever-he-happened-to-be-feeling-at-the-moment.
Yes, the people in that town on Earth certainly had something to celebrate about. Unfortunately, the residents--both foreign and native--of Paixao had now come into possession of one green 'child' by the name of Zim.
He seemed innocent enough with his wide violet eyes (via contacts) staring blankly ahead and red-violet, segmented tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He had been standing like that for around half an hour, and, though it had been found cute (albeit strange) for a couple of seconds, the people in the long line in front of Joutenheim gate had now decided he was in a state of shock. Once that decision was made, Zim was completely ignored.
By now, Zim had been out of his trance for a grand total of one second. Coming to a sudden realization that something was amiss, he opened his mouth and out came a series of cries so loud they could probably be heard by half the city.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! HOW DID I GET HERE?! I AM ZIM!!!" Violent points accompanied each sentence, changing target each time. There was no specific person, building, or object in mind; the very act of the point was good enough.
Zim frowned as the only reaction he got was a wince and short stare from the line-goers. With a slight snarl, he marched his way up to the gatekeeper, roughly shoving anyone who had been standing in the line out of his way. He was Zim, and Zim needed no 'lines.'
"You! Stink-pig beast of smell! I demand you tell me everything that you know! Everything..." he shook his fist in the gatekeeper's face, the man taking it in stride and holding out the journal and pamphlet that he gave to everyone.
"Here you go!" he cried cheerfully, with the largest, happiest, sweetest grin he could muster. His only response was a twitch and the jutting out of Zim's lower jaw.
"THIS IS NOT TELLING ZIM EVERYTHING!!" Zim snapped back, but snatching the journal and pamphlet out of the gatekeeper's hand anyway. He stared at the items for a bit before starting to walk away, now thoroughly distracted. He only stopped when he heard the gatekeeper ask for his name, and it was only to deliver the automatic screech of "I AM ZIM!" before continuing on his way.
Content: Zim enters Paixao, two green aliens meet, Zim makes an utter fool of himself.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Somewhere between morning and noonish
Warnings: Anything that you could expect from Zim
Somewhere on Earth, a boy had gone missing and, though he left an impression on everyone he met, he wouldn't be missed. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if the majority of the populace were celebrating the fact that the green child hadn't appeared in the local skool that morning. In fact, most doctors would be relieved that they could now go for at least a couple of days without seeing people who were going deaf due to the boy's mind-shatteringly loud screams of whatever-he-happened-to-be-feeling-at-the-moment.
Yes, the people in that town on Earth certainly had something to celebrate about. Unfortunately, the residents--both foreign and native--of Paixao had now come into possession of one green 'child' by the name of Zim.
He seemed innocent enough with his wide violet eyes (via contacts) staring blankly ahead and red-violet, segmented tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He had been standing like that for around half an hour, and, though it had been found cute (albeit strange) for a couple of seconds, the people in the long line in front of Joutenheim gate had now decided he was in a state of shock. Once that decision was made, Zim was completely ignored.
By now, Zim had been out of his trance for a grand total of one second. Coming to a sudden realization that something was amiss, he opened his mouth and out came a series of cries so loud they could probably be heard by half the city.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! HOW DID I GET HERE?! I AM ZIM!!!" Violent points accompanied each sentence, changing target each time. There was no specific person, building, or object in mind; the very act of the point was good enough.
Zim frowned as the only reaction he got was a wince and short stare from the line-goers. With a slight snarl, he marched his way up to the gatekeeper, roughly shoving anyone who had been standing in the line out of his way. He was Zim, and Zim needed no 'lines.'
"You! Stink-pig beast of smell! I demand you tell me everything that you know! Everything..." he shook his fist in the gatekeeper's face, the man taking it in stride and holding out the journal and pamphlet that he gave to everyone.
"Here you go!" he cried cheerfully, with the largest, happiest, sweetest grin he could muster. His only response was a twitch and the jutting out of Zim's lower jaw.
"THIS IS NOT TELLING ZIM EVERYTHING!!" Zim snapped back, but snatching the journal and pamphlet out of the gatekeeper's hand anyway. He stared at the items for a bit before starting to walk away, now thoroughly distracted. He only stopped when he heard the gatekeeper ask for his name, and it was only to deliver the automatic screech of "I AM ZIM!" before continuing on his way.