DATE: Day 2 CHARACTER(S): Duo Maxwell, Hiruma Yoichi STATUS: Open to the residents of Pod 3 SUMMARY: Hiruma decides to take up his issues in person with Duo... LOCATION: Pod 3
Stomping around the hallways in a fit of anger, Hiruma desperately searched and searched for the one he was trying to confront.
Damn, this ship was empty!
Peeking down hallways, swinging open doors (uninvited, of course, but it's not like he cared), and searching frantically throughout every inch of the ship he had access to, he kept his search up for the girly bastard.
"Where the hell would he be...?" he growled, taking a break by resting his body against the hallway wall. He was beyond annoyed, his last nerve already frying in the back of his head. He was going to find the little fucker, no matter what.
Popping a piece of gum into his mouth, he took a minute to collect his thoughts, and take a breath to calm himself down. It was nothing to get THAT worked up over. The kid was about half his size, the only thing that could be bigger was the brat's over-inflated cockiness.
He popped a bubble, licking his lips to collect the sticky, chewy mess back into his mouth.
"There has to be a way.... this ship has to be modified for easier use," Hiruma thought, a new, suddenly calmer Hiruma taking over his mind. He hardly showed this part of himself to anyone! The only ones that have seen it are, well, his teammates! Anyone outside the club usually got the foul end of his sarcastic, smart-ass side.
Blowing another larger bubble, he decided to look around again now that he was calmer, and fury wasn't blinding him. Striding down the echoing hallway, he suddenly saw something that caught his attention. A long glass tube with a pad inside stood before him, a control panel right beside it.
"Hmm..." the blond inquired aloud. He probably just found the way out of here! But, wait--if there is a teleporting device here, does that mean this ship had multiple carriers? Seems logical... there was no way this thing had enough space suits for everyone aboard to go out space-walking!
He stepped up to the blinking control panel. Buttons, levers, and speakers galore dressed this piece of machinary.
'Heh...' he chuckled to himself sarcastically. 'They sure didn't waste time dumming it down for others!' On closer examination, he noticed a guide that told you what to push and pull to get where you wanted to go.
Only one problem... he didn't know any place that was listed on the damn thing! He grunted with irritation, but took a breath.
"Calm down," the quarterback spoke to himself. "I can just work the thing until I find the bastard, or someone that can tell me where he is." He nodded reassuringly to himself, and popped yet another bubble-gum bubble. Hey, it would be a good way to learn how to travel around this place. Besides, what could be more fun?
Instantly, he started pushing and pulling on things like he had been doing it for years! Despite his appearance, the teenager was quite smart, havnig the ability to hack any computer at the drop of a pin.
He heard the machine rumble, and took it as a sign to get in the pod. Stepping inside, he was suddenly swallowed by a bright light, and his head went into a dizzy consciousness.
Damn, this ship was empty!
Peeking down hallways, swinging open doors (uninvited, of course, but it's not like he cared), and searching frantically throughout every inch of the ship he had access to, he kept his search up for the girly bastard.
"Where the hell would he be...?" he growled, taking a break by resting his body against the hallway wall. He was beyond annoyed, his last nerve already frying in the back of his head. He was going to find the little fucker, no matter what.
Popping a piece of gum into his mouth, he took a minute to collect his thoughts, and take a breath to calm himself down. It was nothing to get THAT worked up over. The kid was about half his size, the only thing that could be bigger was the brat's over-inflated cockiness.
He popped a bubble, licking his lips to collect the sticky, chewy mess back into his mouth.
"There has to be a way.... this ship has to be modified for easier use," Hiruma thought, a new, suddenly calmer Hiruma taking over his mind. He hardly showed this part of himself to anyone! The only ones that have seen it are, well, his teammates! Anyone outside the club usually got the foul end of his sarcastic, smart-ass side.
Blowing another larger bubble, he decided to look around again now that he was calmer, and fury wasn't blinding him. Striding down the echoing hallway, he suddenly saw something that caught his attention. A long glass tube with a pad inside stood before him, a control panel right beside it.
"Hmm..." the blond inquired aloud. He probably just found the way out of here! But, wait--if there is a teleporting device here, does that mean this ship had multiple carriers? Seems logical... there was no way this thing had enough space suits for everyone aboard to go out space-walking!
He stepped up to the blinking control panel. Buttons, levers, and speakers galore dressed this piece of machinary.
'Heh...' he chuckled to himself sarcastically. 'They sure didn't waste time dumming it down for others!' On closer examination, he noticed a guide that told you what to push and pull to get where you wanted to go.
Only one problem... he didn't know any place that was listed on the damn thing! He grunted with irritation, but took a breath.
"Calm down," the quarterback spoke to himself. "I can just work the thing until I find the bastard, or someone that can tell me where he is." He nodded reassuringly to himself, and popped yet another bubble-gum bubble. Hey, it would be a good way to learn how to travel around this place. Besides, what could be more fun?
Instantly, he started pushing and pulling on things like he had been doing it for years! Despite his appearance, the teenager was quite smart, havnig the ability to hack any computer at the drop of a pin.
He heard the machine rumble, and took it as a sign to get in the pod. Stepping inside, he was suddenly swallowed by a bright light, and his head went into a dizzy consciousness.
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