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realityshifted2010-04-22 11:49 am
littlestbastich.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2010-04-22 11:49 am
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001: awwwwwhere goes.
[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!]
...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!]
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[If Slo-Bo can sense it at all, Mu is not making idle threats - he fully has the power to back up his words if he has to]
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