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Who: Dende (holy_pickle ) and YOU!
When: 5/8 late afternoon
Where: on the streets of Anatole
Format: action/prose whatever you're comfortable with! I'm impartial!
What: A classic case of hurt feelings
Warnings: A sad, sad little green baby
After hiding out in his room at the hotel for a few days. Dende finally manages to gather up the courage to go outside. He had frequently peeked out the window, and while the sheer number of people outside was intimidating, there were so many foreign things he wanted to explore. He left assuming that there would be someone willing to help him. Everyone looked like humans, and from his experiences humans were nice (albeit a little odd), so if they were nice then they would do the right thing and help him!
It was nice to get outside! The sun on his face made him giggle as he happily bounded down the steps of the hotel and took off towards the streets, holding his little Forge device in his hand. It was the first thing he could ever really call 'his' and it made the most delightful beeping noises!. Dende wandered about the city streets aimlessly for for little over an hour without a care in the world.... until he realized he had been out and about JUST long enough to get himself hopelessly lost. He didn't want to be out when it got dark, being in a place with only one sun, then set completely was new to him... and the dark was frightening. So the little alien did what he assumed was the right thing to do, he approached a woman in the streets and gave a little tug on her dress.
"Excuse me, do you know how to get back to the hotel?"
Much to the little Namekian's surprise he did not get an answer, but instead he got a shriek and a swift kick away. He fell over and remained there on the ground in shock for a moment. When he got up the woman was huffing off all in a tissy. Had he done something wrong? He got up and dusted off his robe, and looked around. People were staring at him. He let out a little whimper and shyly approached a man, because maybe the other person wasn't in a good mood...
"U-u-um excuse m-me b-but c-could you- H-hey wait!"
Dende was cut off as the man simply walked away from him, Dende started after him when he felt something hard hit the back of his head. Once more he found himself on the ground, only now his head hurt. He sat up and brought a hand to the sore spot then pulled it back to look at, there was a small bit of his purple blood on it, and a nearby rock looked to be the culprit. Dende got to his feet and looked behind him to see who would do something like that, and much to his surprise it was a little human boy, who was quickly guided away by his mother.
The little alien looked around the crowd, no one pausing to help him, just passing by giving him dirty looking. It didn't take long for his eyes to start to water and he lets his Forge fall to the ground as he simply stands there in the middle of the street, crying. He didn't know what else to do.
When: 5/8 late afternoon
Where: on the streets of Anatole
Format: action/prose whatever you're comfortable with! I'm impartial!
What: A classic case of hurt feelings
Warnings: A sad, sad little green baby
After hiding out in his room at the hotel for a few days. Dende finally manages to gather up the courage to go outside. He had frequently peeked out the window, and while the sheer number of people outside was intimidating, there were so many foreign things he wanted to explore. He left assuming that there would be someone willing to help him. Everyone looked like humans, and from his experiences humans were nice (albeit a little odd), so if they were nice then they would do the right thing and help him!
It was nice to get outside! The sun on his face made him giggle as he happily bounded down the steps of the hotel and took off towards the streets, holding his little Forge device in his hand. It was the first thing he could ever really call 'his' and it made the most delightful beeping noises!. Dende wandered about the city streets aimlessly for for little over an hour without a care in the world.... until he realized he had been out and about JUST long enough to get himself hopelessly lost. He didn't want to be out when it got dark, being in a place with only one sun, then set completely was new to him... and the dark was frightening. So the little alien did what he assumed was the right thing to do, he approached a woman in the streets and gave a little tug on her dress.
"Excuse me, do you know how to get back to the hotel?"
Much to the little Namekian's surprise he did not get an answer, but instead he got a shriek and a swift kick away. He fell over and remained there on the ground in shock for a moment. When he got up the woman was huffing off all in a tissy. Had he done something wrong? He got up and dusted off his robe, and looked around. People were staring at him. He let out a little whimper and shyly approached a man, because maybe the other person wasn't in a good mood...
"U-u-um excuse m-me b-but c-could you- H-hey wait!"
Dende was cut off as the man simply walked away from him, Dende started after him when he felt something hard hit the back of his head. Once more he found himself on the ground, only now his head hurt. He sat up and brought a hand to the sore spot then pulled it back to look at, there was a small bit of his purple blood on it, and a nearby rock looked to be the culprit. Dende got to his feet and looked behind him to see who would do something like that, and much to his surprise it was a little human boy, who was quickly guided away by his mother.
The little alien looked around the crowd, no one pausing to help him, just passing by giving him dirty looking. It didn't take long for his eyes to start to water and he lets his Forge fall to the ground as he simply stands there in the middle of the street, crying. He didn't know what else to do.