In Which Badou Cries Moar [active]
Character(s): Badou Nails [OPEN]
Content: Badou takes a nap, wakes up, and ends up in a shiny little city. What. The. Fuck.
Setting: Muspelhiem
Time: Evening
Warnings: Cussing, smoking, whining, and Badou being a grumpy asshole.
Badou shuffled awkwardly around the city, it was kinda quiet but fuck if it wasn't creepy as hell. Where was everyone and how did he even get here? All he wanted was a damn nap. Dammit. Dammit to hell, he should've listened when Haine was complaining about the uselessness of them then maybe he wouldn't be walking around these freaky streets without a single stick of tobacco to calm his nerves.
"Dammit--dammit--dammit, where the hell are the smokes in this place?!"
His voice grew steadily louder as he stomped around, glaring at whatever people he saw, determined to scare them off before anyone tried to approach him. He had his Mac-10 machine guns but starting a fight in a place he didn't know was a stupid move, and he knew it.
Badou searched his pockets fruitlessly again, agitated with the absence of his cigarette box and nervously twitched as his grabbed onto his lighter.
"This has gotta be some awful, shitty joke."
Content: Badou takes a nap, wakes up, and ends up in a shiny little city. What. The. Fuck.
Setting: Muspelhiem
Time: Evening
Warnings: Cussing, smoking, whining, and Badou being a grumpy asshole.
Badou shuffled awkwardly around the city, it was kinda quiet but fuck if it wasn't creepy as hell. Where was everyone and how did he even get here? All he wanted was a damn nap. Dammit. Dammit to hell, he should've listened when Haine was complaining about the uselessness of them then maybe he wouldn't be walking around these freaky streets without a single stick of tobacco to calm his nerves.
"Dammit--dammit--dammit, where the hell are the smokes in this place?!"
His voice grew steadily louder as he stomped around, glaring at whatever people he saw, determined to scare them off before anyone tried to approach him. He had his Mac-10 machine guns but starting a fight in a place he didn't know was a stupid move, and he knew it.
Badou searched his pockets fruitlessly again, agitated with the absence of his cigarette box and nervously twitched as his grabbed onto his lighter.
"This has gotta be some awful, shitty joke."