004 :: drunk nation, stumbling through!

[islandnation]

Characters: Iceland and vatheon
Location: Plaza
Time: Evening/Night.
Style: Whatever works for you~
Status: Open as can be! This guy needs some CR c:

[If your character is passing through the Plaza when the sun is going down, they may see Iceland stumbling by, quite drunk and quite miserable-looking too.

He has no balance or coordination to speak of, and is

Comments

[amourde_patou]

[ Have no fear, abused teenager is here! Momo happened to be walking by looking for some coffee when she happened to hear a mixture of languages and some crying. Quickly she made her way to him, ignoring what she was about to do. ]

H-Hey what's wrong? Are you hurt?!

[ She ran to him and gently stopped, placing a hand on his shoulder. ]

[islandnation]

[His kneejerk reaction was to pull away defensively, turning slowly to look at the person who was talking to him. He can't really focus, but she does have brightly colored hair. Or, he thinks this person's a she, anyway.]

'Nothin's wrong with me, issjust the stubid coral... howd'you get around this place, honesdly..!

[amourde_patou]

Something tells me your drunk..

[ Being a teenager has its perks. She gently grabbed his arm and dragged him towards her house. ]

You need to rest.

tell me if his slurring gets too illegible;;

[islandnation]

'Mmnot that drunk!

[He protested in vain because he really couldn't help being dragged along, and he did his best to keep up, although his feet felt rather floppy and useless. He wasn't running into any coral, though.]

'N donntell me what 'ta do, 'm not a kid'nymore...goddang't..

[He was a good thousand years Momo's senior, probably, but for all practical purposes he was still a teenager himself. Didn't exactly hold his alcohol too well.]

[crownedwalker]

[POOR, HELPLESS SOUL? HERO MODE IS GO.]

W-woah, are you okay? [He offers a subtle smile, holding out a hand.]

You look like you could use a hand.

[islandnation]

'M fine! Jussthis coral keeps acting dumb 'nstuff... I don'need any help though, en takk.

Helvíti..

[He has pride issues, too. At the insinuation that he might need the slightest bit of help, he attempted to get up quickly, and teetered around for a moment before falling against the coral again, mumbling swears in his native language. He's not exactly aware of his audience.

But he does look up pathetically for a hand to grab onto, if he could actually spot one in his double vision.]

[crownedwalker]

[Ah, no. This is not fine. Not at all. And Allen Walker's not the type to just leave someone like this.]

Alright, alright. Let's start off with your name, then. [Innocent smile. He couldn't be up to a thing~ SPOILER ALERT: HE IS. :|]

[Oohboy, he seems pretty drunk... Allen goes ahead and grabs this stranger's arm to help guide him up straight]

[islandnation]

[Good thing Iceland's too drunk to suspect (much of) anything.]

'M Iceland, 'n who're you?

[He stands up with the help, standing still to try to get the world to stop spinning.]

[fortune_wheel]

[The smell of alcohol is too strong to ignore, and Naoto walks over to the sobbing mess in the coral. Though once she's there, she's not entirely sure what she planned on doing or saying. So, awkwardly, she clears her throat.]

Are you alright? [Even she realizes it's an absurd question.]

[islandnation]

'M... 'M perfegtly fine...

[Because that's entirely believeable.]

What're you doin'here though?

[fortune_wheel]

Clearly. [She bends over to examine him a little closer. It's difficult to tell whither or not the scuffs and cuts on him are from a fight or just from falling over; she thinks the latter.] Can you stand?

[islandnation]

[He shies away from her; doesn't want her to bump into him or something. Because that's what she looked like she was going to do, from what he could see.]

...Mm, sorta.

[threeofthree]

[ ...oh my. Ran approaches him slowly, not wanting to startle him. ]

Hey...what's the matter?

[islandnation]

[He squints up at Ran, trying to make out a face in vain.]

Um... I'm kinda stuck here, 'cause of th'stubid coral. 'Sall.

[threeofthree]

[ Ran is not quite so sure how he is 'stuck,' but he guesses it has more to do with why his cheeks are red than anything. ]

Would you like me to help you get out?

[islandnation]

[He gives Ran a hurt look. He finally gained his independence in 1944! He doesn't need anyone's help! Or something like that. He sighs and answers reluctantly.]

...Yes.

[xblood_lusting]

[ Doctor time. ]

Now just what has caused you to appear in such a state of inebriation, hm?

[islandnation]

[Oh, no! Anything but that~!]

Iss'none of your businesh.

[xblood_lusting]

As one of the city's resident doctors, I beg to differ. Come. I can help you sober up.

[ No medical malpractice here. Just a dude who knows the cure for a good hangover. ]

[islandnation]

Don'rememb'r seeing you as'a resident doct'r 'r anything. I-I don' need any help!