Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2010-12-25 04:52 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2010-12-25 04:52 pm
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12th Confession [Action]
[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 astolen 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]
~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
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]
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And when the task is down he hides himself in his own; it's been a long while since he was completely warmed in the night. Well, today was a first for a lot of older memories, anyway.]
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He smooths the blanket over himself, and folds his arms behind his head]
Well, what do you know about the ocean, besides it's big and wet?
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[Seriously, he expects some cool shit from something his world doesn't have.]
....
How long'd it take to go from one side to th'other anyway?
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For one, it's home to creatures bigger than whole cities. [Tilting his head back] And mermaids. And fishmen. Probably things I can't even imagine.
If you sailed nonstop and didn't run into any shitty trouble, a few years, I'd wager.
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[Mermaids he's at a loss for, but clearly he wouldn't think that there's such a thing as fishpeople...]
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Fishmen... they're beings with fish and human-like qualities thrown in together. They'll stand on two feet, but have claws and fins and be whatever color their species usually is.
[And now, favorite subject in the world coming up] Mermaids are beautiful creatures~! The upper body of a beautiful maiden and the lower half that of a graceful fish~!
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[That is crazy... *A*
And while he doesn't share the same... enthusiasm... for mermaids as Sanji, he sure can as a whole be mystified.]
You ever meet one? Do they talk?
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[Hums to himself]
We had a mermaid here in Luceti, too, but not from my world. Razette-chan.
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MUST KNOW MORE]
D'you have cyborgs, too?
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We got those, too!
Back in my home, I mean. We got people with fake arms and legs and even bodies all t'gether.
/crawls back. Girl Sanji doesn't like to share ;;
Got anything else interesting where you're from?
Well, it's not like Sanji can stand up to his lady counterpart. B)
We don't have much else... Well, 'sides the biggest baddest outlaws—some of 'em, if you caught 'em, you'd be rich...
8[ YOU SAYING HE IS BETTER WITHOUT HIS MANHOOD??
... They must've done some major shit, if they're gonna make a person rich. [Or just have terrible/awesome luck]
Actually, I meant he literally can't put his foot down to her, but that's pretty good too 8)
Well, actually, there's one... Apparently, he blew up th'whole city of July. Wasn't nothin' but rubble left. Everyone was talkin' about it back home.