i found her walking down the road from home
Characters: suck3rpunch3d
Location: Sushi place. YEP.
Time: Nov. 15, afternoon. :T
Style: Starting with prose because shit bro I love starting logs with prose BUT I'm fine with action if you're lazy.
Status: Open like Mindfang's legs. ha ha ha
***
This... had not been a good month for Redglare. Shortly after waking up in Bubblegum Dome, she found out:
1) She was stuck here, meaning Mindfang is SOMEWHERE gallivanting around in her trademark, loose cannon manner.
2) This place had no concept of Justice. A day after she was determined to rectify that, she --
-- fell into a fucking coma. Waking up in a strange, foreign "bed" with rats and expired potato chips in her hair and week-old, dried spit on the corner of her mouth, did not, suffice to say, put her in a very pleasant mood. She broke a lot of glass, and before she could break more, she took a bath and decided to go get a hot meal outside.
If there was one thing humans were good at, it's food. Human came in every shape and color, of varying scents, textures and temperatures; they were a feast for her sensitive nostrils and taste buds, and even a simple "blueberry muffin" could have her mouth watering. And so, she found herself at a local sushi place, still a bit peeved but more hungry than anything. She took a seat by a window, ordered a handful of things off the menu, and waited.
They brought her the "iced tea" first. It was an orangey-red sort of beverage, cold, and served with a toy umbrella (non-edible) and a "lemon slice" (edible). She licked her lips and took a tentative sip, and then a bigger one, and then before she knew it, the exotic, sugary drink has been reduced to a tasteless, boring pool at the bottom of the glass. She stopped drinking then. She took off the slice of fruit, smelled it, and it smelled so delicious and citrus-y, like an air freshener. She grazed it with her sharp teeth but didn't take a bite. Pfft, it's like she doesn't know about lemons or something.
When the "sushi plate" arrive, Redglare stood up from her seat so she could properly hover her nose over the delicious, raw scents of these bite-sized pieces of troll heaven. Oh god, it smelled SO GOOD.
Location: Sushi place. YEP.
Time: Nov. 15, afternoon. :T
Style: Starting with prose because shit bro I love starting logs with prose BUT I'm fine with action if you're lazy.
Status: Open like Mindfang's legs. ha ha ha
***
This... had not been a good month for Redglare. Shortly after waking up in Bubblegum Dome, she found out:
1) She was stuck here, meaning Mindfang is SOMEWHERE gallivanting around in her trademark, loose cannon manner.
2) This place had no concept of Justice. A day after she was determined to rectify that, she --
-- fell into a fucking coma. Waking up in a strange, foreign "bed" with rats and expired potato chips in her hair and week-old, dried spit on the corner of her mouth, did not, suffice to say, put her in a very pleasant mood. She broke a lot of glass, and before she could break more, she took a bath and decided to go get a hot meal outside.
If there was one thing humans were good at, it's food. Human came in every shape and color, of varying scents, textures and temperatures; they were a feast for her sensitive nostrils and taste buds, and even a simple "blueberry muffin" could have her mouth watering. And so, she found herself at a local sushi place, still a bit peeved but more hungry than anything. She took a seat by a window, ordered a handful of things off the menu, and waited.
They brought her the "iced tea" first. It was an orangey-red sort of beverage, cold, and served with a toy umbrella (non-edible) and a "lemon slice" (edible). She licked her lips and took a tentative sip, and then a bigger one, and then before she knew it, the exotic, sugary drink has been reduced to a tasteless, boring pool at the bottom of the glass. She stopped drinking then. She took off the slice of fruit, smelled it, and it smelled so delicious and citrus-y, like an air freshener. She grazed it with her sharp teeth but didn't take a bite. Pfft, it's like she doesn't know about lemons or something.
When the "sushi plate" arrive, Redglare stood up from her seat so she could properly hover her nose over the delicious, raw scents of these bite-sized pieces of troll heaven. Oh god, it smelled SO GOOD.