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Post by Flurryofstars on May 10, 2021 22:44:00 GMT -5
Waking up confused and alone on top of some roof was definitely weird. And the trip down was annoying. Scratch that--the whole situation was. How did he even end up in some deserted town in the middle of no where? And why couldn't he remember anything!? 'Why? Why? Whys?' plagued New's mind as he spent a few hours exploring one house after another, which wasn't too bad when he found that they were well-stocked with food and furniture. Whatever excitement that brought him quickly wore out though, leaving him with a heaping pile of boredom.
Once New felt like ripping his own hair out, he did the most logical thing he could come up with. Grabbing a lamp off an end-table, he stomped out of the split-level and started parading down the middle of the street. He must have looked strange with his ginger hair a wild mess from falling off the roof and landing in a bush with the occasional twig or leaf sticking out of it, and the lamp raised in one hand as if it was a megaphone. The picture was made all the better with how he yelled into the object like that would help at all. Luckily, his voice carried well anyway.
"HEY! I don't know how the heck I got here, but if you think for one minute I'm just gonna sit around and take it, then you've got another thing coming! I know you're out there so come on! I got some questions for ya!" A pause to catch his breath and glare around the neighborhood. "You scared to come out or something!?"
"Hey, calm down bud," came a shout from nearby. A tall, spidery man with a double-barreled shotgun on his back was standing further up the road, though he didn't take out his weapon. "We're all in the same boat here, I think. Why don't you put down that...uh, lamp and we can talk?"
Post by Flurryofstars on May 11, 2021 1:38:24 GMT -5
New jumped back as he heard the sudden shout, twisting his body around dramatically until he was facing in the right direction of the stranger. His eyes instantly shot to the gun on the man's back and he knew he should be worried about it, but he was pissed.
"No freaking way! You can't tell me what to do!" he called back as he pointed his lamp at him. "I'm calling the shots here, okay!? So what do you mean by the same boat? You telling me you woke up on a roof too?" Probably not the most crucial thing to focus on, but he was itching to know.
"Well, uh, it wasn't a roof exactly," Cradlegrave said, "it was more of a...grassy patch, I'd say. I mean, I could say it was a roof, if that stops you from wailin' on me with that thing. I already killed one dude today, I don't wanna have to kill another." OH CHRIST, THAT PROBABLY WASN'T THE RIGHT THING TO SAY, he suddenly realised.
Post by Flurryofstars on May 13, 2021 1:10:18 GMT -5
“Oh come on!” He groaned, leaning back with the noise. “And I guess they just gave you that gun too? How rich is that!? I spent half a day looking around and this lamp was the best thing I could find, but I bet it’ll hurt plenty when I beat the jerks that brought me here with it.” An almost crazed grin spread his lips as he shouted up to the sky. “I HOPE YOU’RE LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!”
Newsnarl had clean hands though—more power to him—so, once it finally dawned on him that this man had already killed someone, he felt a bead of sweat slide down his head. “Please tell me you killed that dude in self-defense...” If not, then he could be in serious trouble. He could only hope that he wasn’t intimidating enough to shoot. After all, New was barely an adult, hardly armed, and the signs of his athleticism were mostly hidden underneath his red hoodie and baggy jersey shorts.
