[ Kobra has no idea how he got here. He would try to retrace his steps in his mind, but he's a little focused on the giant lizard monster. Really focused. He's never seen anything like this before and he's not entirely sure that he can believe his eyes right now, either. He's hallucinated weirder things, but believing it just seems like a real lapse in what little judgment he has left and--nope, it's running at him.
With a very brave yell, he draws his ray gun and shoots back at it as he takes off sprinting. Too bad he's a lousy shot. ]
Fuck! Ain't no way you're real, motherfucker.
[ That explains why the shot missed, right? ]
CONFUSION
[ Kobra's alone. He can't remember the last time he was alone. He's always supposed to stay with someone Party trusts if Party isn't there, but here he is alone and he can't remember why he would be. Maybe he should hide until Party finds him, but then what if Party needs help? Maybe he should be out there looking for his big brother.
He's small, even for his age, skinny and underfed and dressed in clothes that were clearly well-loved before he ever got them. One of the sleeves of his bright yellow jacket has been sewn back on a few times and the shoulder seam is a patchwork of thick, sloppy stitching and the T-shirt underneath looks like it was once white, but now it's a splotchy brown with a snake drawing sharpied on the front.
With a sigh that seems decades older than he looks, he trudges on, his oversized boots clonking the broken concrete. ]
Kobra Kid | Danger Days
[ Kobra has no idea how he got here. He would try to retrace his steps in his mind, but he's a little focused on the giant lizard monster. Really focused. He's never seen anything like this before and he's not entirely sure that he can believe his eyes right now, either. He's hallucinated weirder things, but believing it just seems like a real lapse in what little judgment he has left and--nope, it's running at him.
With a very brave yell, he draws his ray gun and shoots back at it as he takes off sprinting. Too bad he's a lousy shot. ]
Fuck! Ain't no way you're real, motherfucker.
[ That explains why the shot missed, right? ]
CONFUSION
[ Kobra's alone. He can't remember the last time he was alone. He's always supposed to stay with someone Party trusts if Party isn't there, but here he is alone and he can't remember why he would be. Maybe he should hide until Party finds him, but then what if Party needs help? Maybe he should be out there looking for his big brother.
He's small, even for his age, skinny and underfed and dressed in clothes that were clearly well-loved before he ever got them. One of the sleeves of his bright yellow jacket has been sewn back on a few times and the shoulder seam is a patchwork of thick, sloppy stitching and the T-shirt underneath looks like it was once white, but now it's a splotchy brown with a snake drawing sharpied on the front.
With a sigh that seems decades older than he looks, he trudges on, his oversized boots clonking the broken concrete. ]
Shoulda left me a note or somethin' at least.