When you pick a pawpaw, or a prickly pear...
Characters: Franky and whichever poor lucky soul finds him
Time: early morning
Location: Millennium Park at the Cloud Gate
Content: Look who's heeeeeere
Format: Prose
Warnings: Do you want the short list or the long?
Auuuuugh. Augh. Nngh. Okay. Ugh. There wasn't any more wind or anything. Wasn't too cold. Did that mean he'd stopped flying? Finally landed, somewhere. He opened his eyes, to find himself looking up out of a crater, to a clear sky. Weather was nice, at least.
What the hell was he doing thinking dumb stuff like that?! With how long he was up in the air, he'd have to get moving if he wanted to make his way back to the crew any time soon. Now was not the time to be lying around like a moron!
Unfortunately, no matter how many times Franky told himself that, his body didn't seem to agree much. He could only get a few twitches and flexes out of his limbs; moving was an effort proving altogether too much for himself right now. "The hell is... definitely didn't waste that much cola back there. Dammit, move!" The coaxing didn't seem to make much of a difference, though.
Franky blew a few strands of blue hair out of his face, only to have it fall right back down. "Hell. All right, we'll play it that way." A deep breath, "OI? ANYONE OUT THERE? COME HELP ME OUT, WILL YA?"
Time: early morning
Location: Millennium Park at the Cloud Gate
Content: Look who's heeeeeere
Format: Prose
Warnings: Do you want the short list or the long?
Auuuuugh. Augh. Nngh. Okay. Ugh. There wasn't any more wind or anything. Wasn't too cold. Did that mean he'd stopped flying? Finally landed, somewhere. He opened his eyes, to find himself looking up out of a crater, to a clear sky. Weather was nice, at least.
What the hell was he doing thinking dumb stuff like that?! With how long he was up in the air, he'd have to get moving if he wanted to make his way back to the crew any time soon. Now was not the time to be lying around like a moron!
Unfortunately, no matter how many times Franky told himself that, his body didn't seem to agree much. He could only get a few twitches and flexes out of his limbs; moving was an effort proving altogether too much for himself right now. "The hell is... definitely didn't waste that much cola back there. Dammit, move!" The coaxing didn't seem to make much of a difference, though.
Franky blew a few strands of blue hair out of his face, only to have it fall right back down. "Hell. All right, we'll play it that way." A deep breath, "OI? ANYONE OUT THERE? COME HELP ME OUT, WILL YA?"