Jul 21, 2011 13:42
[As helpful as ever, Ted's journal lies open on the kitchen counter. Atop the cupboards, a cockroach skittered through dust. And then it flashed white.
And now there's a 33-year old man sprawled atop the cupboards. Disoriented, as well. With a groan, he rolls--
And there's a couple loud bangs and thuds in the kitchen.]
FUCK! What the hell?!
[A very pained, very disgruntled groan comes from the man who had just taken a hard fall from a height of 11 feet. He's not got any lasting injuries, but he'll be bruised and sore for awhile.
Quite disheveled, both from the fall and his unfortunate loss, Ted manages to bring himself to a stand, wincing at the journal.]
Engh... I'm.. back, guys... O-ow...
((Feel free to assume previous interactions with cockroach!Ted and your character, btw. ♥))
ted mosby