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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 4:21:42 GMT
Giovanni sat up, taking a deep breath for, what felt like, the first time in ages. Looking around, he touched the grass, looked at the trees, and then thought to himself for a moment. Where am I? He shuffled through his brain at all of the places that he had ever been before, and he even tried to go through his memory of every picture of somewhere on Earth that he had ever seen. This place seemed so ordinary. Why would he teleport there? It was a random forest, with random trees, random grass, random marshes. He couldn’t imagine why he was there. At all, whatsoever.
He touched his cheek, pinching it. He was awake; this wasn’t a dream. But speaking of being awake – he realized that he wasn’t hungry. At all. Usually his hunger for human flesh was overtaking everything. For the last – he didn’t know how long… How long had he been walking around as, more or less, a zombie? Regardless, for as long as he was one of these zombies – what the humans had been calling the “Risen Dead” – he was hungry. He couldn’t have focused on anything else. Nothing but humans.
Humans. Where were all of the humans? He looked around again, and no one was around. Giovanni closed his eyes. Pittsburgh. Pennsylvania. PNC Park. Section 107. Row N. Seat 13. That’s where you want to be. When you open your eyes, that’s where you will be. Giovanni opened his eyes and he hadn’t moved. “What the French toast?!” He coughed and thought, When did I get to start speaking again? He got on his feet. “Am I dead? Finally?” He started to talk, sure, but to whom? There was no one around. “So, there’s an afterlife? And I’m alone?” He didn’t know what to think anymore.
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Post by Kip Kingston Kingsley IV on Feb 7, 2014 0:26:27 GMT
and the captain quailed, before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale, oh!
"You know, I've off 'n' done a cockload of things, but this..."
Kip paused, thinking about what to complain about next.
"This certainly is milkin' the pigeon, now. Stinks to High Heaven 'round here. 'Minds me of Ipswich."
The young person of indeterminate gender laughed weakly, pulling one book up from the muck. With a splart, the boot came up, sucking a great deal of mud with it. Droplets flew, splattering the sailor all over the nice pantaloons and beautiful vest and lovely, lovely officer's coat. Kip looked down, saw the condition of the clothing, and felt a horrible, stomach-dropping sensation. Byron's clothes, though. All muddy. All dirty. He'd tan her hide when she made her way back to the ship, for sure. Losing a boot? Unacceptable. Nevermind how they'd ended up here in the first place! Though the sailor didn't drink on board, usually, that had to be the reason why this whole mess was happening. Or at least, that's what was desperately hoped.
Kip didn't know. Right now it didn't matter, though.
The only thing that mattered was getting home. The weird thing, though, was the water here didn't... work. It didn't do the thing. It didn't flow right. Kip watched as the greenish water flowed backwards, up a small hill. The stagnant pond at the foot of the hill, though, stayed as full and as still as it could. The algae in it even flowed up the hill, but somehow, the pond never changed, staying the same pea green as it had been before. Kip stared even harder at the water, not comprehending what was going on. Even for someone without proper schooling (any schooling, like, at all), it was common sense that things rolled downhill, not up. This blatant disregard for common laws of nature upset Kip, adding another straw onto the already-straining camel's back.
Oh, but then-- was that someone talking?
The sailor's head jerked over towards the noise, nostrils flared. Oh. A person. That was definitely a person. Kip laughed gleefully, hopping back through the mud that had just been conquered. The trip to the noise's source was perilous, but by God's unwavering grace, Kip didn't even stumble. Parting the reeds, the young lad burst out onto the suddenly solid ground, and saw a man. Unfortunately it was a dark-skinned man (or so he seemed to be. He was sitting in shade. Kip wasn't a bright young lad), and suddenly Kip had doubts about whether the man would be able to understand English or not (completely disregarding the fact that the man had just spoken English seconds before). The kid hesitated, looking mighty uncomfortable for a moment. Then, running a hand through drying hair, Kip greeted the man.
"You there, Sir," came the uncertain, uncomfortable, husky-ish voice. "Do... you... speak... the... Queen's... English?"
Kip had a horribly, horribly thick Cockney-type accent. It was awful to listen to.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 2:37:11 GMT
[/span] “I speak English, yeah.” He mumbled, “Queen’s English” with a chuckle and shook his head. [/div]
He looked at this guy and sort of checked him out in a completely judging way. “Look, this is going to make me sound like a total arse,” he joked, and then continued, “Where the fuck am I?” He made the decision to trust this weirdo and took a couple steps towards him. Then he sped up a little to meet the guy. To Giovanni, it was going to be important to find an ally. He didn’t know where he was, and he definitely wasn’t on Earth anymore; he knew this as fact because he couldn’t teleport. Either his power was broken; he was dead; or he was on another planet. There was something strange going on, and Giovanni needed to know what it was.
As he approached the stranger, Giovanni held his hand out for a handshake. “Name’s Giovanni.” His Pittsburgh accent wasn’t noticeable to anyone from the area, but who knows what it sounded like to a stranger? Just wait for when he asks for a sammich or calls a group of people yinz. He then laid his cards on the proverbial table. “I am lost; I have no idea where I am or what this place is. I need answers.” He added, “I’m expecting that you will be able to give me some.”
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Post by Kip Kingston Kingsley IV on Feb 10, 2014 4:46:39 GMT
and the captain quailed, before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale, oh!
Kip was relieved to find out that the man spoke English! Unfortunately...
They seemed to have a strange accent, as well. If he didn't know better, he would say that maybe it was one of those... American accents. Actually, he didn't know better. So he assumed that the Americans were evolving. Oh, well. Kip frowned, though, and tilted his head. From what he could hear, it didn't really seem like arse was a word that this American might use. It just... didn't sit quite right. A few seconds passed, and then a handshake was being offered. Kip brightened, and seized Giovanni's hand.
The kid had a strong grip and calloused hands, and pumped the older man's arm vigorously, before dropping it as abruptly as he'd grabbed it.
Then he laughed. He had no clue. No idea where they were. For God's sake, he'd gone to sleep in the captain's quarters in the middle of the ocean, and woken up here. Liquor had certainly been involved, but how he'd ended up in this place? That was a mystery.
The smile dropped like a greased pig off a church roof. Kip didn't have any answers.
There were, naturally, two options here. Easy option, number one: Lie. Make up a bullshit story and spew it. Number two: Tell the truth. Be honest and probably not get stabbed later. The consequences of both were pretty uncertain, but Kip liked the second much better.
"I've no fuckin' clue, friend, if I'm bein' honest wiff yah," Kip told him brightly, the sudden change in demeanor as shocking as an uncovered electrical outlet. "Not even a smidge. Not a cotton fluff, zed, zero, nuffin'. You're expectin' wrong, there, Chuckles. I mean, maybe I lied, I guess I'm thinkin' we might be somewhere in the, uh, the West Indies? Or somefin'? But actually, I'm surer than the course of a ship on the possibility that we're stuck in bumfuck nowhere, friend, hopelessly stranded and non-recoverable, but hey, my navigational studies were always weak anyway, so there you go!"
Kip kept talking til his face was red, and at the end of his little monologue, took a long, deep breath.
"So we're both dumber'n two combined bags of rocks or somefin' equally stupid. Great."
The sailor laughed sharply, incredibly nervous.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 2:59:09 GMT
[/ul][/ul][/span] Giovanni was taken aback by the roughness of the kid’s hand. He didn’t make a face or statement, but he just took it in as information. Obviously this kid worked with his hands – but it didn’t explain that ridiculous outfit at all. The Brit – maybe he was something before British. With that accent, who knew? Anyways, the Brit explained that he didn’t know where he was either. [/div]
How could everyone be lost? Well, Giovanni didn’t know anyone else yet, so he couldn’t speak to the fact that everyone was lost, but G was lost, and this fancy coat wearing kid was too. And if both of them were unsure about where they were. He sighed a little.
“Well, you can start by telling me your name.” Giovanni added, “I already gave ya mine.” Then he started to look around and said, “I’m thinking that we need to get to a village or somethin’; what do you think?” He looked back at the kid and decided to ask another question. “Where are your parents?”
He looked around a little, hoping for a path that would lead them to some sort of settlement. While he listened to the kid speak, he multitasked by continuing to scan the area. Then he thought about the kid’s choice of words. He had mentioned a ship and navigational skills. He stopped him. “Are you a sailor or something?” He then asked, “Where’s your crew? Maybe if I joined …” He didn’t really want to invite himself, but it felt like the only thing to do. It was that, or he had to continue on his own.
“Look, no one knows where we are. Are we dead? Or did something strange happen to the world?” He then stated what he really wanted to say, “You have the upper hand here. I don’t really want to navigate this joint alone. Can I tag along with you for a bit?”
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Full Name: Kip Kingston Kingsley the Fourth
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Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'8
Weight: 145 lbs
OOC Name: Hugglez
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Post by Kip Kingston Kingsley IV on Feb 14, 2014 2:21:44 GMT
and the captain quailed, before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale, oh!
This guy sure had a lot of questions.
Kip opened his mouth to reply each time, yet was continually interrupted (at least, that's how he took it). The sailor's expression went from 'anxious or have-to-go-to-the-bathroom' to 'wow-rude', which was really just a furrow-brow'd squint, mouth slightly open. The teeth past the lips weren't pretty teeth. They were considerably yellowed, crooked, and chipped. It was like the gross frosting on an already ugly cake, really.
"Oi, Jack, howsit you let me speak a bit, hum?" He paused, then... struck a sort of pose. Kip thumped his fist against his chest a few times, then cleared his throat. "Kip Kingston Kingsley the Fourth, sir, direc' assistant 'n' cabin boy under Captain Byron Dooright,aboard the HMS Seelie." He let the title hang for a few seconds. It sounded good when he said it out loud. Yeah. Cabin boy. How imposing. Kip looked smug.
"I'd have to agree with you on the 'findin' a village thing', but I dunno iff'n the natives here even live in--" Kip ignored the parents question, and skipped to the 'if I joined' comment. He laughed again, even more uncomfortable.
"I shouldn't even be off the ship, let alone conversin' to strange men. Cap'n would kill me, 'specially if I brought on the same strange man--" The sailor gave him a uncomfortable look. He didn't understand. He really didn't understand all these death-related questions, and they made him squirm in his boot. His singular boot.
"If you says so, my friend. Truth bein' that I'm just as fuckin' clueless as you, but uh-- I mean? Sure? Iff'n you want to, but..." Kip idled for a moment. "You know when we get back to the ship I've got to cut you loose, per se," he mumbled.
Then Kip brightened. "Awright, less get movin'!" And then started to trudge through the muck in no particular direction, humming loudly.
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