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paixaorpg2006-09-03 01:50 am
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Little Red Riding Hood is lost~ [Complete]
Character(s): Gunzi, Larxene and eventually Linali.
Content: Gunzi enters the city; after an odd encounter with the gatekeeper, he is dropped off a few miles away from it and then left all on his lonesome.
Setting: A little ways into Joutenheim.
Time: Night.
Warnings: Drug references, Gunzi going after someone... and knowing Larxene, uh, there's gonna be a lot.
What an odd place.
It almost hurt Gunzi's eyes. It was night, but it was a much brighter night than he was used to; AREA: RAY had been so dark and dismal... he had to admit that it was a nice change. And there seemed to be grass and trees and all sorts of interesting things around here... they hadn't had those in AREA: RAY, either. If he had really cared, he would have gone over and inspected the foreign nature--as everything where he came from had been killed off long ago--but he had more interesting things to attend to.
Standing in front of the gates with his mouth half open, tongue out, he seemed to stare up at the big, odd looking gate with a sense of awe spread across his face--well, it would have seemed like that had his eyes not been hidden by his hair and hood. He licked his lips and giggled softly, tilting his head down to look ahead of him. There was a long line of many people... something in him silently questioned what all of this was, but something as nonsensical as all of these seemed could easily be talked up to a little bit of drugs.
That was it. He was probably just imagining this all. The red-hooded man was finding himself stifling another chuckle as he clenched his hands opened and closed, flexing the tight, overworked veins in his arms, confident with his assumption, fearless of his new surroundings, as unfamiliar as they were. He took a step forward, advancing in the line, and then finally, it was his turn.
"Name?" the individual at the gate questioned the blond, while simultaneously shoving a metallic, red object toward him--he quickly reached up a hand to catch it without giving it a glance, and closed his mouth in a thoughtful expression (biting down on his tongue).
Not even bothering to give it a single once-over, Gunzi seemed more interested in the man who had given it to him rather than the object itself. "Heeheehee," was the most coherent thing he could apparently muster, and he took a step toward the man. His head canted, neck craning--he seemed to be quite interested in invading his personal space.
The gatekeeper was a bit taken aback by this, but only laughed nervously, and repeated his question. "Name, sir?"
"Nyeeeh," His tongue lolled and its tip twitched--it seemed he was threatening to lick the man's face, inching dangerously closer moment by moment. One would have thought working at a gate in Paixao would cause the citizens to become a bit jaded toward odd individuals such as Gunzi, but... the man seemed to be getting downright terrified.
"Please," the man insisted, clearing his throat and stepping back. "Please, your name...?"
Emitting an odd, growl-like noise, Gunzi suddenly bolted forward, like a cat springing from its crouching position. His arms lifted, wrists arched and fingers curled as if he were an animal of some sort, aiming to use them to rip and rend his prey. It seemed he intended to pounce the man, but just as he was abut to make contact--he felt arms around his shoulders on either side, tugging him back and restraining him. A pair of guards that stood by the gate came to the keeper's aid.
His head thrashed wildly, obviously not used to being restrained when he wanted to "play." Growling in frustration, his jerky, violent movements caused his hood to fall back and his hair to reveal his intense blue eyes, wide with rage. The two men kept a firm hold on him though, forcing him back and away from the humble man who he had gone after, who stood there shaking and curled into himself, absolutely shaken from that encounter.
Gunzi was dragged off, into the city. When he was far enough from the gate to be properly disoriented and unable to find his way back, he was roughly shoved out of their grasps and onto the ground, his backside contacting with the hard pebbled road--causing him to emit a soft, "Oomph."
Entirely confused, he surprisingly didn't find the urge to get up and follow them. Slowly, they backed away facing him (to make sure that he did not follow), but the only thing the blond did was sit up, wobbly, and place his palms down between his outstretched legs, claws clicking down on the rocks below him, tilting his head slowly--observing them like a curious animal as they slowly left him to his own devices. His blond hair half-covered his face again, his bright blue shining through them, intense as ever as he stared on, glimmering beautifully in the way heroin eyes tended to do.
He laughed. "Heeeeeeeeeeeheeeehehehehehe. Hee. Hehe."
Content: Gunzi enters the city; after an odd encounter with the gatekeeper, he is dropped off a few miles away from it and then left all on his lonesome.
Setting: A little ways into Joutenheim.
Time: Night.
Warnings: Drug references, Gunzi going after someone... and knowing Larxene, uh, there's gonna be a lot.
What an odd place.
It almost hurt Gunzi's eyes. It was night, but it was a much brighter night than he was used to; AREA: RAY had been so dark and dismal... he had to admit that it was a nice change. And there seemed to be grass and trees and all sorts of interesting things around here... they hadn't had those in AREA: RAY, either. If he had really cared, he would have gone over and inspected the foreign nature--as everything where he came from had been killed off long ago--but he had more interesting things to attend to.
Standing in front of the gates with his mouth half open, tongue out, he seemed to stare up at the big, odd looking gate with a sense of awe spread across his face--well, it would have seemed like that had his eyes not been hidden by his hair and hood. He licked his lips and giggled softly, tilting his head down to look ahead of him. There was a long line of many people... something in him silently questioned what all of this was, but something as nonsensical as all of these seemed could easily be talked up to a little bit of drugs.
That was it. He was probably just imagining this all. The red-hooded man was finding himself stifling another chuckle as he clenched his hands opened and closed, flexing the tight, overworked veins in his arms, confident with his assumption, fearless of his new surroundings, as unfamiliar as they were. He took a step forward, advancing in the line, and then finally, it was his turn.
"Name?" the individual at the gate questioned the blond, while simultaneously shoving a metallic, red object toward him--he quickly reached up a hand to catch it without giving it a glance, and closed his mouth in a thoughtful expression (biting down on his tongue).
Not even bothering to give it a single once-over, Gunzi seemed more interested in the man who had given it to him rather than the object itself. "Heeheehee," was the most coherent thing he could apparently muster, and he took a step toward the man. His head canted, neck craning--he seemed to be quite interested in invading his personal space.
The gatekeeper was a bit taken aback by this, but only laughed nervously, and repeated his question. "Name, sir?"
"Nyeeeh," His tongue lolled and its tip twitched--it seemed he was threatening to lick the man's face, inching dangerously closer moment by moment. One would have thought working at a gate in Paixao would cause the citizens to become a bit jaded toward odd individuals such as Gunzi, but... the man seemed to be getting downright terrified.
"Please," the man insisted, clearing his throat and stepping back. "Please, your name...?"
Emitting an odd, growl-like noise, Gunzi suddenly bolted forward, like a cat springing from its crouching position. His arms lifted, wrists arched and fingers curled as if he were an animal of some sort, aiming to use them to rip and rend his prey. It seemed he intended to pounce the man, but just as he was abut to make contact--he felt arms around his shoulders on either side, tugging him back and restraining him. A pair of guards that stood by the gate came to the keeper's aid.
His head thrashed wildly, obviously not used to being restrained when he wanted to "play." Growling in frustration, his jerky, violent movements caused his hood to fall back and his hair to reveal his intense blue eyes, wide with rage. The two men kept a firm hold on him though, forcing him back and away from the humble man who he had gone after, who stood there shaking and curled into himself, absolutely shaken from that encounter.
Gunzi was dragged off, into the city. When he was far enough from the gate to be properly disoriented and unable to find his way back, he was roughly shoved out of their grasps and onto the ground, his backside contacting with the hard pebbled road--causing him to emit a soft, "Oomph."
Entirely confused, he surprisingly didn't find the urge to get up and follow them. Slowly, they backed away facing him (to make sure that he did not follow), but the only thing the blond did was sit up, wobbly, and place his palms down between his outstretched legs, claws clicking down on the rocks below him, tilting his head slowly--observing them like a curious animal as they slowly left him to his own devices. His blond hair half-covered his face again, his bright blue shining through them, intense as ever as he stared on, glimmering beautifully in the way heroin eyes tended to do.
He laughed. "Heeeeeeeeeeeheeeehehehehehe. Hee. Hehe."
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