But there's sounds behind it. He's hearing something - he's not sure, not at first, but then he feels...sand. Dirt? Something coarse under his skin. He's on the ground, and he feels heat- he's outside. Is he home? He can't tell, but it feels familiar, and there's something momentarily comforting in that.
The empty doesn't last long, though, and his eyes open blurry. There's something...moving. Feet? Weird colors. Not the white he expects to see- more of the sandy brown of home, but not the same.
In a moment, he snaps into attention. But he's dizzy, and just the gear up exhausts him. He sits up and he can taste something burning - skin? - Something hurts and he can't remember why. Then he does, and he's numb.
He pushes himself up onto his feet and there's still about half a minute before he notices the creatures. He looks at his own hands, feels the dirt on them. He looks dizzy, lost- maybe scared? Though the look in his eyes makes it hard to tell if he can even process that feeling right now.
Where is he? Is this it?]
-------- ❌CONFUSION [ He walks - almost looks like he should be stumbling - blaster in hand looking like a toy.
He's not entirely recovered since a few hours ago, but-- where the hell did all these kids come from?
If anyone approaches him, they might startle him. Specially a loud kid that sneaks up from behind, that might find a yellow toy-like laser gun aimed at them for a second. He's jumpy, sue him!
Or a kid that might not be as sneaky, that might approach without shame or bad intentions, his reaction isn't quite as defensive.
He's not a bad guy- just in a bad place right now.]
-------- 💊WILDCARD [ What do you wanna do? Talk to me!]
Party Poison | Danger Days: The True Lives Of the Fabulous Killjoys
[ Static, and then silence.
But there's sounds behind it. He's hearing something - he's not sure, not at first, but then he feels...sand. Dirt? Something coarse under his skin. He's on the ground, and he feels heat- he's outside. Is he home? He can't tell, but it feels familiar, and there's something momentarily comforting in that.
The empty doesn't last long, though, and his eyes open blurry. There's something...moving. Feet? Weird colors. Not the white he expects to see- more of the sandy brown of home, but not the same.
In a moment, he snaps into attention. But he's dizzy, and just the gear up exhausts him. He sits up and he can taste something burning - skin? - Something hurts and he can't remember why. Then he does, and he's numb.
He pushes himself up onto his feet and there's still about half a minute before he notices the creatures. He looks at his own hands, feels the dirt on them. He looks dizzy, lost- maybe scared? Though the look in his eyes makes it hard to tell if he can even process that feeling right now.
Where is he? Is this it?]
--------
❌CONFUSION
[ He walks - almost looks like he should be stumbling - blaster in hand looking like a toy.
He's not entirely recovered since a few hours ago, but-- where the hell did all these kids come from?
If anyone approaches him, they might startle him. Specially a loud kid that sneaks up from behind, that might find a yellow toy-like laser gun aimed at them for a second. He's jumpy, sue him!
Or a kid that might not be as sneaky, that might approach without shame or bad intentions, his reaction isn't quite as defensive.
He's not a bad guy- just in a bad place right now.]
--------
💊WILDCARD
[ What do you wanna do? Talk to me!]