001: awwwwwhere goes.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[Slo-bo's walking. It's a pretty bored, foot-dragging pace, actually, with no real awareness that something's changed. That is, until he starts paying attention to the sound of his footfalls.]

...Tch. [he sniffs, head turning this way and that as he does so.] Nn...That ain't right.

[he stands quiet for a moment longer, listening for those tell-tale city sounds. nope. he grimaces, rolling his shoulders while his hands stay purposefully casual in his pockets. 'i'm not scared!', he's trying to say. he should be trying to say 'where is this?' or 'what's going on?', but that would require asking out for help. he's blind, not helpless.

but now he's just annoyed.]

Frag. [another sniff, slowly starting to saunter again, getting antsier. when his boot taps the faint edge of a building, he stops. reaching out, he feels the wall and the corner, considering. seemed like it was the only one in the area, if his sense of space was right.


...but buildings don't answer questions.


so he punches it. hard. he's grinning at the loud sound of impact and the crumbling of concrete.]

Heh. [nice echo. that'll get someone's attention!]

Comments

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Woah, calm down! It's, uh...complicated. A pair of twins and a chick named Meredith are the ones that brought you here, but you can't really find them.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[a snarling sound escapes him as he reaches to snatch a collar, an arm, whatever he can.] Think I can't just 'cuz I can't see? Issat it? Y'dumb bastich, I'll rip you in half!

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

{...He was sort of expecting that, so he'll just fly out of the way. And...hopefully out of reach.}

Oh, come on, I'm telling the truth!

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[stomping towards the voice, growling and taking a stray swing.] You don't know me, moron! Don't tell me I can't do it!

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Sorry, it's not my fault that they don't exactly come out to play meet and greet.

...It's probably better that way, considering, but.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[huff.] You dumb supers're all th'fraggin' same. All huff n' puff when things're peachy, but fraggin' useless when it matters. Go away!

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Fine, whatever. Someone else will end up telling you anyways.

{But before he can get an arm bitten off or something, Booster leaves the Plane}

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[makes lewd faces at the space mister Buster inhabited before going about his way. >:V]