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Welcome to Edensphere, Zombie and Eyepatch!

May 12, 2009 15:47

Characters: Haine Rammsteiner/Zombie (fewterer), Badou Nails/Eyepatch (smokesordie) & NPC Greeter Charger
Date/Time: May 12th, afternoon
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 for usual newborn nudity and Eyepatch's potty mouth
Summary: Eyepatch and Zombie arrive in Edensphere and someone rude and annoying is there to greet them.
( WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?! )

*birthday, ~dogs: haine (zombie), ~dogs: badou (eyepatch), npc: charger, !complete

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fewterer May 12 2009, 23:08:23 UTC

The gun was at his chest, it was going to fire and-

He punched his hand through the cocoon, but he didn't know that. His eyes were still closed at the time. This did not feel right, something sticky was all around him. He opened his eyes, and he knew this wasn't right. Where was the room? And those eyes...was it all just a dream? But it felt so real...

He had not time to think of that, as he started to choke on the weird substance surrounding his body. In a panic, he started breaking out of the cocoon more until there was a large enough opening. He forced his arms and head through, plopping out onto the floor.

His breathing was heavier now that he was outside, and he let himself rest there for the time being. He was trying to collect his thoughts, but there were none. He was drawing a blank on everything. He started to pull himself up, but he was still staring at the floor.

"Shit," he cursed, rather annoyed he could not remember anything.

smokesordie May 12 2009, 23:22:54 UTC

He couldn't see anything. Fingertips fumbled around for his cigarette, only to be met with... something thick and slippery. Suddenly too confined to even search for it, the smoker jerked. Something broke and...

Splat!

Did he get kicked in the face again? No, this was the floor.

With a grunt, he pushed himself onto his hands and knees, one eye opening. Red tresses hung around his face in a sopping, disheveled mess. He blinked, noting how the other eye wouldn't open, so that must've meant... He shook his head.

Raking a hand through his hair, his half-gaze cautiously lifted, not recognizing his immediate surroundings. What the hell just happened? Did that happen? Where the fuck was he, and why the hell was he naked and covered in who the fuck knew what? All racing through his mind a little too quickly to pick out. He didn't voice any of those questions, for the redhead had priorities.

"Where the fuck's my cigarette?"

npc_kun May 13 2009, 00:42:19 UTC

Aw come on! More guys? What was with this luck he had! Plus these guys looked pretty pissed off. What kind of person asked for a cigarette first thing after being born?!

"Woah calm down Red. Try not ta kill yourself after you were just born."

Haha, he was hilarious, really. Charger gave both of them a smirk.

"Happy birthday! 'S a great party ain't it? I'm the guy that's supposed to greet you. Too bad ya ain't girls but hey I'm never that lucky. I'm Charger and you two need to pick some names or I start addressing you as numbers."

fewterer May 13 2009, 00:59:33 UTC

That voice asking for a cigarette...why did it sound so familiar? It was even strangely comforting to him (comforting as it could get as he was naked and covered in this slime, but still). The other voice did not sound familiar, so he was going to ignore it for now.

He stood up and looked at the redhead. "That voice," he simply stated, ignoring what the greeter was saying. "You were-" He was cut off though, as the greeter was saying something that finally got his attention.

"Names?" He tried to think of his, but he had no idea. Why couldn't he remember? He pointed at the naked man nearby him. "His name is Eyepatch." He shrugged, because it was true. He called that voice Eyepatch in his dream. It was only logical to assume that was the man's name.

smokesordie May 13 2009, 01:14:28 UTC

"What?" Clenching his fists, the redhead pushed himself to his feet, peering intently at the only clothed man. "I'm fucking naked, and covered in this shit." He shook his arms, chunks of goop splattering on the ground nearby. "And you're telling me to calm downIn fact, he had an entire list of complaints he wanted to address, but another voice caught his attention. Lifting a hand, he covered his useless socket, feeling more vulnerable with that exposed than the fact he was naked ( ... )