Comments | hometrail: oh dear god (closed)

ramenbowls in hometrail

oh dear god (closed)

Jun 29, 2010 14:37

Characters: ramenbowls, littlestbastich
Setting/Location: Lobby/Stairs area
Date & Time: ERRRR… day 5 morning?
Warnings: ANGRY PEOPLE?
Summary: Naruto is heading up the stairs because holy christopher does it stink… and he bumps into something that-not only smells worse-but is also violent. Oh my!

( what the heck is that smell )

naruto uzumaki, slo-bo, *day 05, #style: prose

Comments 3

littlestbastich June 29 2010, 19:19:12 UTC

There were worse smells in the universe than whatever was plaguing the caravan. Anyone who'd ever gutted out a Khund for fun (and profit!) would be able to attest to that, and though Slo-bo hadn't technically done so before, he had the memories of it. The Main Man certainly got around, and getting around involves all the senses. Getting around here was no trouble at all for a seasoned spacer--or, well...a kind-of biological byproduct of a seasoned spacer. Either way.

Truth be told, what with the heat picking up with that pleasant-yet-relentless sunshine outdoors, the Czarnian himself stank something fierce. Not that he minded-- most folks have a tendency to never really realize their own scent as profoundly as outsiders. It was just his luck there was something else to blame besides him today. Lucky, or...unlucky. Frag, he was bored. Slo-bo was getting pretty antsy, having no luck finding his missing friend or even that wannabe bird boy that could've killed an hour or two of time.

As the Main Man would say: frag this.While Slo-bo ( ... )

ramenbowls July 2 2010, 14:39:12 UTC

It had happened before he could stop it.

If Naruto had expected to be thrown by the person he had bumped into, there would have been no way that he would have even allowed the act to happen (or so he'd like to think). He would have planted his ground and countered whatever had been thrown his way… or whatever force that was trying to throw him away.

Unfortunately for the blond, he had allowed himself to drop his guard-thinking that he'd just have to apologize to the foul-smelling person, especially if they had fallen down. But they hadn't. Instead, they threw him. Sure, he should be glad that he hadn't done any damage, but the fact that he was ready to heave from the two vile smells that were swarming around him and that he was hitting the ground some ways away kept him from really thinking much at the moment aside from, "WHAT THE ( ... )

littlestbastich July 2 2010, 21:19:35 UTC

"Eech." It was a loud one. Slo-bo scowled, half-squinting down at the yellow-headed nuisance steps below. Nobody he'd ever seen before, certainly; not that it would've made a difference to him if he'd just tossed an acquaintance aside.

So noisy though. Frag.

Slo-bo's expression read utterly unimpressed with the shouting, shifting his weight to one leg and looping thumbs through the beltloops on his sagging pants. "Yer in th'way," he said bluntly. "Move it r'lose it." The leg that wasn't being balanced on lazily lifted, then came down on the step with a loud THWUMP that set the wood to groaning and crackling.

"An' I mean lose it."