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[blackmaileryaha]

Who: Hiruma Youichi and whoever else would like to join.
What: What will happen depends on who comes of course but it's mainly when Hiruma wakes up in the new world.
When: Today or now in other words.
Where: Outside a bar in the city.
Rating: PG-13 (Because of Hiruma's language and guns)

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[not_a_good_cop]

He had thought he would of woken up in hell, when he had passed out on the floor of the cabin in Pueblo.
His entire body had been exhausted, his mind shot. From days of running, fighting and searching.
When he had stumbled into the dirty shack, all he had been thinking of was sleep. Sleep that he needed, in order to be able to survive just infiltrating the strange village even deeper.

And when he woke up, all he could think of was that he must of still been sleeping. And that now he was dreaming. Of being back in the city, away from all the bullshit of mind-eating parasites. Crazy Europeans. And Ashley.
But when he lifted his head from the pavement, and looked around himself for the first time (Though at first, still highly doubting it was reality) The strange place hadn't LOOKED like raccoon city.
At least his guns were still on him in the dream world. Though annoyingly accompanied by his very real aches and pains as well. Where the hell was this? New York? He had never been there, so dreaming it seemed strange.

Standing up slowly, he pressed a hand to his lower back and cracked his spine with a frown. Standing in the middle of an eerily empty street, the wind blowing his messy hair back into his face.. It was real. He wasn't dreaming.

".... Well this is nice." Not.