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01 | HOLO | INTRO POST | I'M YOUR PROBLEM NOW

Dec 12, 2011 13:14

Liberty spikes and a neon purple suit.

The owner of said hairstyle and impeccable fashion statement can only stare, mouth agape and looking like a fish out of water. He is a fish out of water. Or at least, a mammal out of the desert, or ( Read more... )

# intro post, kobra kid, drusilla (au), @ central, cherri cola

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goodluck_kobra December 12 2011, 20:19:16 UTC

Even though Kobra is sulking and not really paying much attention to the tablet, he'd recognize that particular drawl anywhere. Squinting at the tablet he furrows his brows. Yes. That's him. He's somewhere between happy (someone from their world!) and absolutely gutted (the WRONG person from their world), which, as always, doesn't show in his expression at all.

"Saved none of the good stuff for me, huh? Never gonna turn into a lady, junk punk."

[ holo ] colacherri December 12 2011, 21:32:58 UTC

Cherri's face pulls into a cross between a small kitten face and a duck lips, the result making him infinitely off and (at least in cherri's opinion), Pretty Damn Awesome.

He knows where the voice is coming from--sort of--but he recognizes it, if distantly, and uses his suit to curtsey. He's even bending his knees and crossing his knees, see?

"I'm a better lady then ALL the ladies in zone 3, I'm a ~real~ woman. Lookit my curves."

[holo] goodluck_kobra December 12 2011, 21:47:27 UTC

Kobra peers at the tablet, a tiny smile tugging on the corners of his lips. Well, even though he's disappointed, Cherri is better than nothing?

"Curvy for a lil' girl, maybe," he points out with a shrug, pushing his sunglasses back up his nose so they're hiding his eyes. It's always been easy to talk to Cherri Cola, at least, because he's happy enough to keep a conversation going without Kobra saying much. Or just being silent at each other. Somehow, with Cherri it works.

"Got some zonejunk?" Because if there's ever been a time when Kobra really, really wanted something to make at least a few hours more pleasurable it's now.

[ holo ] colacherri December 12 2011, 22:11:46 UTC

"I did," Cherri's busy emptying his pockets out. Some carbons, a bunch of batteries, a pen knife, a picture of News a GoGo...

"But now I'm here. Fuckin' cart filled with carts of stuff. Like a tower of junk. It was beautiful--I cried. I did, I shed a tear, I swear. I said to myself, ooooh, Cherri, whoo-whee, you outdid yourself. Got the shiniest shine in all of shinetown, the best. Thing. Ever."

He shrugged. "I was drinkin'. No junk from this junkpunk but junk up here." He taps his head once, twice, thrice, and four times before narrowing his eyes.

"Where're you comin' from, snakey? Your voice is tiny."

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[Visual] a_pretty_fire December 12 2011, 21:39:00 UTC

His words came out in a tangled torrent, but they were something like poetry, in their own way. They flowed in a way that only madness could. The vampire found it almost comforting.

"You don't build dreams," she informed him with a smile, "They build themselves. We just visit."

And, sometimes, they were fortunate enough to be able to take scraps of the dreams back to the real world - such as it was - with them.

[ holo ] colacherri December 12 2011, 22:16:55 UTC

Now someone was talking. Someone was talking his language. Or the same scrambled diatribes that he did. Quieter, sure, but just as positively absolutely delicious.

"You ever think you can taste words?"

Because this was a relevent question. Cherri's face lights up, all slight stubble and spikey hair and he points to the voice (which happens to the the tablet), eyes alight.

"'Cause yours are full of yummy vitamin D."

[Visual] a_pretty_fire December 13 2011, 21:54:31 UTC

Drusilla was delighted with that response, clapping her hands together in a gesture of joy. A child who had been given an early birthday present or been promised three wishes by Father Christmas.

"Not that vitamin," she corrected, wagging her finger at him despite the fact that he hadn't given the screen a second look. "I'm the moon, not the sun."

[ holo ] colacherri December 13 2011, 22:58:50 UTC

He has the tablet now, and the door opens but he doesn't even blink in that direction, staring at the woman with the same distant look in her eyes.

And, slowly, a small languid smile begins to form ending in a full, cheshire-grin as he begins to pace the room.

"Sonny and Cher, you mean. But you don't sound like a man, so I suppose that is NULL and that is VOID and oh--hey. Hey, hey. Hey. Heeeeeeeey." The grin is still on his face.

"Why are you trapped inside the tiny box?" Of course Cherri knows full well it's a communicator by now, but there's no need for things like facts to get in the way of conversation.

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