[Intro Thread- Open]
Characters: Alex deLarge, open
Where: Wandering the mish-mash of halls
Summary: Alex does not particularly enjoy being plunked into a new place sans droogies. Oh, dear.
Warnings: Er, this is Alex deLarge. From a Clockwork Orange. There's probably going to be swearing, there' probably going to be sexual references, there's going to be violence or references to violence, and... stuff.
Note: I've decided that I'm going to be writing all of Alex's posts entirely in Nadsat. If I didn't, it just wouldn't work. So, deal with it and find yourself a dictionary if it's too hard to understand. xD
"Hello hello hello! Anybody? Is there anybody here in this malenky cally mesto that can aid and assist poor poor Alex?"
Alex was feeling real flip worried at this point in time and place, seeing as he had not the faintest malenky idea where he was- or where his droogies were, for that matter. Their was sign of neither Pete nor Georgie nor even ol' dim Dim. This situation he had gotten himself into- although how he had gotten himself into this cally mess was beyond even his most-intelligent of minds- wasn't good. No no no, not good at all. When he had got here, there had been some kind of large machine, and out of that machine had come a real horrorshow goloss- a devotchka's goloss, real flip and smooth like. She sounded a bit cold, up on her high-horse all, the kind of girl that he'd meet and just have to throw down and give the in-out-in-out to real violent like. The goloss had got him so distracted that, by the time he had finished day-sneeting about all that horrorshow stuff, he realized he hadn't been paying even a malenky bit of attention to the important cal the goloss had been trying to make him learn. Just like in the old skolliwoll. Alex had tried pushing a few buttons beep pleep beep here and there to make it work and talk in that goloss to him again, but it hadn't done a thing.
So he had given it a good tolchock with his fisties (really hurting himself more than it, the cally veshch) and had stumbled out, deciding a malenky bit of poking about wouldn't hurt at all.