12th Confession [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Time for personal confetti because

~Wolfwood's back~

...Sort of.

Rather, he's smaller. Shorter. Even more scruffy and disorganized than before.

He'd woken up in a forest and spent a good 3 hours raking his mind over just what he was seeing—snow, actual snow. Of course, none of that was important for the meanwhile when he realized he was cold. Holy shit, was it freezing out here. At least whoever left him here gave him some clothes and... a gun in a holster?

Slipping on the way-too-big black jacket, he examines the handgun. Of course, Wolfwood always carried it on him, but... he's eight at the moment, so this information is just going over his head. It's not as though he's never used one, of course. He just never had such a nice holster to go with it!

But what doesn't go over his head is the fact that he has wings. Wings! What the hell is going on here? Where is he? Surely he's not... well, y'know.

He rushes around the dense for a for hours, stumbling and tripping in the groggy morning light, until he finds... ah, there are rooms in this building that aren't used? Maybe if he's sneaky, he can just stay in one of these here. Once that's done with, he wanders around town for a few hours with a stolen jacket sloppy thrown over his old collared shirt. Looking paranoid as he stalks through crowds. All right, Nick. You're in a strange place, but you cannot forget the number one rule: just survive.

Too many people around to steal from the stores. Stomach rumbling. Wait until night, then find a window, a door even, to sneak into.

When cold, black night eventually hits, he lassos the holster around his waist (hey, no more tucking into the side of his pants), under his shirt, and sets out, sneaking into whatever apartment or house he can. Perhaps sorting through your drawers, cabinets, or refrigerators. Hey, you can't expect him to know about all that free stuff, right? Despite him being as quiet as possible, there may be an occasional falling down of something—a pan, perhaps a glass. In case your character is a heavy sleeper. 8|]

[OOC: You can run into him any part of his day listed above! Replies will be from very very obvious journals~! Time and space is kicked often.

He might draw that gun in any robbery attempt, but he won't shoot at anyone. Unless they're trying to kill him. |Db]

Comments

[applehair.livejournal.com]

[Considering the Welcome Center is near the shops? It would be an ideal place to wait out in if he needs somewhere to sneak on. Shirayuki herself has dozed off on the table, head tucked on her arms as papers are left scattered on the table, uncharacteristically disorganized.]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[...


Perfect prey.

Sneaking over now!

Hmmm. She looks like she's not poor... so she must have a lot of money to fall back on, right? So if he stole from her, she'd probably just go home to more cash, right? Maybe he could loot her pocket. 'Sides, everyone knows you're not supposed to fall asleep in the open, like that...

But damn, maybe he shouldn't risk that.

Is there anything on this table worth looking at, while you're dozing off?]

[applehair.livejournal.com]

[There's a small pocketwatch that Zen lent her, sitting just a few centimeters from her fingers. Otherwise, they're mostly papers and a pen, and perhaps an untouched mug of cocoa that she was supposed to drink earlier, though fell asleep. It's cold, but it's still good.]

1/2

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[Quietly going to try pocketing that watch—

...hrmph, but he stops mid-pick-up at sight of the drink.





...It smells really good...]

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

[With one tanned hand, he grabs the mug, and then puts the watch back with a soft tinging noise; a few steps taken aback, as he sips quietly on the hot cocoa.

The watch can be payment for this, right?]

1/3

[applehair.livejournal.com]

[The sound wakes her up, and she stirs from her position, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.] Ngh...

2/3

[applehair.livejournal.com]

[...

Wait, who the he---]

[applehair.livejournal.com]

[!!!

She quickly scrambles to her feet, cheeks reddening as she realized she fell asleep and--] Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--- Can I help you?

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

[dfkdfjlkhjl SWIFT MOVEMENTS—

He awkwardly holds the mug behind him, though some of it spilled near his foot in the surprise of it all.]

S'not—No, I don't need no help. I was just here 'cuz I thought you shouldn't sleep in front of people. Y'know.

[applehair.livejournal.com]

Oh... Well... [She looks sheepish at that for a moment, before she notices the spill behind him. She pauses for a moment, before realizing that it was cocoa.

... Ah. She was starting to understand the situation now.] Do you want a warmer cup? I can make you a new drink if you want.

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

[Wait, what? He took her drink, and she's not mad about that? What kind of weird girl is this? Well—far be it from him to question anything that'll get him a drink of something.]

...If you want. I don't... That sounds good, I guess.

[Maybe fumbling just a bit on words; he typically distrusts anything openly offered to him for many a-reason, so he takes your youthful female qualities at just face value.

You can bet he'd be watching you make that cocoa every second of the process, though. B|]

[Action - And so! THE LONG WAIT IS OVER! They finally meet outside of D_M/experiment!]

[chibiremlover]

[Later on in the afternoon, after all this has been explain to him, and he's gotten some new clothes. There is a very girlie looking boy staring around at everything. There are so many people moving around! This fact has currently blown his little mind that the newest tears over remembering that Rem and Knives aren't here are finally drying on his cheeks.

Although - he starts to stare at you Wolfwood. Probably because you're the only one who's running around looking like someone is about to smack you and you know - HOLY CRAP! A KID! He's only seen other kids besides Knives sleeping! This one is moving! Do they all look so grumpy?]

Re: [Action - /ignores this tag]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[GRUMPY KID SAYS WHAT.

Actually, he doesn't say anything yet; just offers Vash an unwelcoming look of 'what are you staring at?', before finally addressing this rude invasion of his limited privacy:]

What you starin' at me for?

[Let's avoid adding anything about you being girly. For now.]

[Action - *SOB!*]

[chibiremlover]

[He blushes shly.] I'm sorry... it's just that... well, I've never seen another kid awake before. [Do you hear that excitement he's trying to hide in his voice?]

Re: [Action - That's all you ever do anyway, Vash B|]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[You get an eyebrow perk for that. While he'd normally just lecture you on how annoying it is, to be stared at, your statement is so ridiculous it warrants prodding.]

Awake? What the hell y'mean by that?

[Action - 8Db - Runs off to family Christmas Party!]

[chibiremlover]

Well, everyone on the ship sleeps. It's a little lonely, watching them sleep all the time, but Rem says that when we find the new home we're looking for they'll all wake up and we can play together!

Re: [Action - Just don't sob there, too 8|a]

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

...Ship? What're you talkin' about? There's no ship around here...

[Is this kid mentally sound?]

[Action - 8Db]

[chibiremlover]

Well. The lady I talked to said this is Luceti. That we were brought here from all kinds of different worlds and stuff. So... the ship... isn't here... [Oh look. You're making him tear up. Rem. Knives.]

you make it so hard to hiatus, damn you

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Someone is in his kitchen.

It doesn't matter how quiet Wolfwood is; the chef's developed a sixth sense for this type of thing (just look who he's gotta work with in the crew). But despite that, he makes no move to relocate and find the culprit. The reason for that is...

Well. Wolfwood, how do you feel about giant, life-sized mouse traps snapping at you the moment you try opening the fridge? 8| Get back to us on that]

8D ahaha

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[wait WHAT THEY MAKE THEM THIS BIG THIS IS UNFAIR—

SNAP!!

...Loud cry is a-go. Geez, Sanji, he's already ready to shoot a person without even meeting them... SPOILER ALERT, you probably caught a scruffy-haired, dirty rat by the arm ;A;]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[HA. CAUG-- wait that doesn't sound like his captain.

On goes the light switch for a better view! And nope, that is definitely not his captain. What brat did he catch instead?]

Oi, who the hell are you? [Rushing in so he can set the boy that looks far too familiar for many reasons free]

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

[No, Sanji, you lost approaching rights. Wolfwood's poor little heart is beating a million miles a second—his arm, his arm is stuck in this goddamn—

And he's in pain, so you, good sir, don't get to finish that distance. His forced instinct from Gunsmoke kicks in and he clumsily draws his handgun while trying clumsily to move away toward a corner.]

S—stay back!

[Despite his fear, his aim is clear and unwavering.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Well, that solves the mystery of who the kid is.

You should know better than to aim at a pirate.

But Sanji stops, regardless - that the dumbass might further hurt himself if he keeps freaking out.]

Kid, let me get you out. [He's only going to ask nice once]

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

...You're—you're gonna kill me...

[He's teary-eyed, but he's stubborn enough to hold them in and take on a distrusting, dark glare. You're crazy, saying that. He's in your house, going at your food... Who knows what you're planning to do.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Why would I bother killing you, brat? [Folds his arms, looking mighty irritated and unimpressed]

I've got better shit to do with my time.