Arriving

[sweepershonor]

Who:  Sven, Oscar, OPEN (please come save poor Sven from his insanity)
Where:  The edge of the park
What:  Sven arrives at Vortexx
When:  April 3
Rating:  PG probably

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[loud_protector]

"Ahh! Ahhh!" The word 'run' was the only thing that stuck out in his mind at the moment. Dashing out of the restaurant in shear fear of the bugs catching up to him, it wasn't until he entered the park that Oscar finally decided to look back. He hunched over and tried to catch his breath.

The last few days had been rough for the oaf. He wasn't a fighter by any means, despite the size of his body. He was a Baron for God's sake! He rarely had to fight for his meals back in London. Taking a seat on the ground, he searched his pockets for a cigarette that he desperately needed. Managing to find one, he placed it in his mouth as he then searched for a match with less luck. Slumping his head, he deeply sighed when he noticed he wasn't alone. Oscar didn't recognize the man but he didn't seem like a bad guy. He gave a cheesy smile and waved to the man.

"Hey, do you have a match or something that you could spare me!?"

[sweepershonor]

Hey, it actually worked! Of course, the last thing Sven had been assuming the person he'd summoned out of his imagination would ask for was a match. He slumped a bit in disappointment. Oh well. One step at a time, right? He approached Oscar slowly, fishing around in his pockets as he did so. He had a lighter somewhere... Lint, one coin, cigarettes... Well, might as well have one now right? He found the lighter a moment later and fired up his own cigarette before tossing the lighter to Oscar. "Here." Satisfied that he might have done something to make the guy talk, he sat down a short distance away and watched the smoke drift up towards the sky.

[loud_protector]

All right! The man did have one. Oscar watched him light one and successfully caught it as it was thrown to him. "Hehe, thanks." He stared down at it for a moment when he noticed the different make of the lighter. The baron had seen one quite similar to this one but much bigger back at home. Shrugging it off, he managed to light his own and took a long drag, allowing it to slowly seep out along with a deep sigh.

Oscar glanced towards the man and smiled as he tossed it back. "I haven't seen you in these parts before. My name is Oscar Gabriel. What's yours?"

[sweepershonor]

Sven caught the lighter easily and replaced it in his coat pocket. He was a bit unsettled by Oscar's comment. Haven't seen him before? Of course he hadn't. Sven didn't usually take excursions into his own mind. Or... excursions out of his mind? No matter. He'd play along. "Sven Vollfied. It's a pleasure," he answered. "Where, exactly, are these parts?" That was part one in the plan, figure out where he was.