[ finished ] need help getting out of the cursed land of frickin' trees. stfu.
Who: Badou Nails [bulletsforbadou] and Yuu Kanda [sacredsyllable].
What: In which Badou arrives in the Spiral, keeps going in circles (the tragic pun!) and he seriously needs someone to show him the way to civilisation. Because Haine is an unsympathetic asshole and he should just DIE. And stumbles upon Kanda, of all people.
Where: Somewhere with a disturbing amount of trees. A Park, most probably. And now they've progressed to the Graveyard and found an abandoned dojo.
When: Present Time (but we used Past Tense XD).
Rating: Most probably will be R. For Badou's increasingly potty mouth and Kanda's seemingly violent tendencies.
Open: NOT ANYMORE THANX VERY MUCH.
There is something definitely fucked up about the World.
Because seriously? He’s not sober enough to deal with waking up in the middle of nowhere, devoid of any recollection concerning the night before. Well. Except for bottles of cheap-ass alcohol and warm breasts pressing up against him. Those he remembers. Those are fine, fine memories. He doesn’t recall exiting the nightclub though, and passing out on hard, uncompromising ground, instead of on some bed with some very hot, very naked chick. Which he would infinitely prefer, really.
Badou groans, gropes around the back pockets of his jeans and pats the solid lump of his wallet.
So. He wasn’t drugged and robbed.
That’s a definite relief.
Unless he was raped, of course, then that would suck like Hell.
Badou forces his eye to blink open, mentally willing away headaches and confusion as he moves into a sitting position. Sore muscles scream in protest against the movement and he kneads his arm slowly, taking in the view of sinister-looking trees towering well over him and bulks of grey buildings beyond clusters of gloomy leaves. Huh. One thing for certain - they sure doesn’t have the friendliest of atmospheres around here. Knowing his luck, Badou's quite convinced that the people are as welcoming as the scenery.
Something over the far horizon catches his immediate attention. A spiral staircase, a gigantic contraption that looks far more surreal than his latest nightmares, rises towards the sky, curling and curling and curling into grey clouds like solid smokes from a cigarette. He absentmindedly fishes out a crumpled packet of cigarette from his jacket, fumbles with the lighter for a good while before giving up and ends up just chewing on the fag. The staircase is an oddity, not just for its out-of-this-world-if-he’s-still-in-the-same-world-he-remembers presence, but also because Badou could’ve sworn he had seen it somewhere.
In a nightmare, perhaps?
Badou spends silent seconds contemplating on the architectural grandeur, squinting at moving shadows and looming darkness. He finally gives up on the mystery and stands up, leaning hard against a tree as his legs regain their function. He dusts dry leaves from his jeans, gives the trees a cursory glance and sighs. Might as well start walking before some strange mutation of a nocturnal creature decides to turn him into its midnight snack or something. His luck hasn't been good lately. Come to think of it, it's been downright shitty since Haine disappeared.
Three hours later and he's ready to mutilate small puppies and steal lollipops from babies just as long as he doesn't have to see another tree for his entire life.
He's still lost - pretty damned sure he'd passed that same tree for the thousandth times already. Badou frowns, fingers clenching around cool metal and rubbery keypad of his cell phone as he stomps forward. He has discarded his jacket, slings it over his shoulder and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, frustration and distress pouring from his very pores. Trees, trees, trees every he looks and it's getting really aggravating.
Shit-fucking-dammit.
Needs to find a way out, needs to see something normal.
Because.
Because Haine is somehow around here, for fuck-knows-what reasons, and is still as unhelpful as only Haine can be. Because he needs to murder that asshole for refusing to help him.
Badou's eyebrow twitches, teeth grinding down on the last of his cigarettes.
Because he needs more cigarettes dammit.
The trees only sway to an inaudible symphony in response to his mental monologue and seem to laugh - sharps bristles of leaves against branches against wind - at Badou's mumbled curses and agitated footsteps.
What: In which Badou arrives in the Spiral, keeps going in circles (the tragic pun!) and he seriously needs someone to show him the way to civilisation. Because Haine is an unsympathetic asshole and he should just DIE. And stumbles upon Kanda, of all people.
Where: Somewhere with a disturbing amount of trees. A Park, most probably. And now they've progressed to the Graveyard and found an abandoned dojo.
When: Present Time (but we used Past Tense XD).
Rating: Most probably will be R. For Badou's increasingly potty mouth and Kanda's seemingly violent tendencies.
Open: NOT ANYMORE THANX VERY MUCH.
There is something definitely fucked up about the World.
Because seriously? He’s not sober enough to deal with waking up in the middle of nowhere, devoid of any recollection concerning the night before. Well. Except for bottles of cheap-ass alcohol and warm breasts pressing up against him. Those he remembers. Those are fine, fine memories. He doesn’t recall exiting the nightclub though, and passing out on hard, uncompromising ground, instead of on some bed with some very hot, very naked chick. Which he would infinitely prefer, really.
Badou groans, gropes around the back pockets of his jeans and pats the solid lump of his wallet.
So. He wasn’t drugged and robbed.
That’s a definite relief.
Unless he was raped, of course, then that would suck like Hell.
Badou forces his eye to blink open, mentally willing away headaches and confusion as he moves into a sitting position. Sore muscles scream in protest against the movement and he kneads his arm slowly, taking in the view of sinister-looking trees towering well over him and bulks of grey buildings beyond clusters of gloomy leaves. Huh. One thing for certain - they sure doesn’t have the friendliest of atmospheres around here. Knowing his luck, Badou's quite convinced that the people are as welcoming as the scenery.
Something over the far horizon catches his immediate attention. A spiral staircase, a gigantic contraption that looks far more surreal than his latest nightmares, rises towards the sky, curling and curling and curling into grey clouds like solid smokes from a cigarette. He absentmindedly fishes out a crumpled packet of cigarette from his jacket, fumbles with the lighter for a good while before giving up and ends up just chewing on the fag. The staircase is an oddity, not just for its out-of-this-world-if-he’s-still-in-the-same-world-he-remembers presence, but also because Badou could’ve sworn he had seen it somewhere.
In a nightmare, perhaps?
Badou spends silent seconds contemplating on the architectural grandeur, squinting at moving shadows and looming darkness. He finally gives up on the mystery and stands up, leaning hard against a tree as his legs regain their function. He dusts dry leaves from his jeans, gives the trees a cursory glance and sighs. Might as well start walking before some strange mutation of a nocturnal creature decides to turn him into its midnight snack or something. His luck hasn't been good lately. Come to think of it, it's been downright shitty since Haine disappeared.
Three hours later and he's ready to mutilate small puppies and steal lollipops from babies just as long as he doesn't have to see another tree for his entire life.
He's still lost - pretty damned sure he'd passed that same tree for the thousandth times already. Badou frowns, fingers clenching around cool metal and rubbery keypad of his cell phone as he stomps forward. He has discarded his jacket, slings it over his shoulder and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, frustration and distress pouring from his very pores. Trees, trees, trees every he looks and it's getting really aggravating.
Shit-fucking-dammit.
Needs to find a way out, needs to see something normal.
Because.
Because Haine is somehow around here, for fuck-knows-what reasons, and is still as unhelpful as only Haine can be. Because he needs to murder that asshole for refusing to help him.
Badou's eyebrow twitches, teeth grinding down on the last of his cigarettes.
Because he needs more cigarettes dammit.
The trees only sway to an inaudible symphony in response to his mental monologue and seem to laugh - sharps bristles of leaves against branches against wind - at Badou's mumbled curses and agitated footsteps.