Coco Bunny
Ruby
Cringing at my old posts, juggling depression, anxiety, school and sleep.
Posts: 233
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Post by Coco Bunny on Mar 28, 2016 9:07:31 GMT -6
The dust quickly disappeared, and the wall was strangely OK. However, now in the room was a forklift, and a brown haired boy sat inside, patting the chicken. 'That was AWESOME!' He cried happily, looked around excitedly
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Post by Kor on Mar 28, 2016 9:18:31 GMT -6
"WHAT THE HELL!" Danny's shouting was audibly above the crash. Even Enzo was more controlled, just kind of ducking and getting hit by several pieces of wall. Danny presses his palms over his eyes and shakes his head, between horrified and exasperated. Enzo crawls backwards on his elbows several meters. He brushes his hair from his face then lets it fall back. "Ahhm..."
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Post by It's me, El on Mar 28, 2016 9:34:10 GMT -6
Jackson slowly got to his feet after he got his breath back, and once the dust had cleared, he pulled his neckerchief back down. He placed a hand on the back of one of the sofas, as though it was for support, and he looked at the wall that had been smashed through. Except... it was completely fine? As though this strange person in the forklift that was now in the room had never come blasting through it. "Is this some crazy dream that I'm having?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
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Coco Bunny
Ruby
Cringing at my old posts, juggling depression, anxiety, school and sleep.
Posts: 233
Pronouns: She/Her
Things I Like: Stories, Movies, Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Writing Fanfiction, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Coco Bunny on Mar 28, 2016 9:43:04 GMT -6
The male, Cheetos (WHO'DA THUNK IT?), seemed to teleport over to Jackson and poked him in the arm. 'Nope! Not a dream!' He races back to the forklift and jumps in grinning.
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Post by Kor on Mar 28, 2016 9:49:04 GMT -6
"I'm sorry man, I don't think so," mumbles Danny to Jackson, shaking his head solemnly. "Sometimes you just have to go along with these things, y'know?" Enzo got to his feet and took a couple more steps away from the fork lift. "I never thought I'd say this but I think I'm in over my head." He presses his fingertips together thoughtfully.
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Post by It's me, El on Mar 28, 2016 10:01:10 GMT -6
Jackson was a little taken aback as Cheetos poked his arm. Now that he knew that this was definitely not a dream, he sat down on the sofa he had been leaning on, to take a moment to try and comprehend what was going on. He nodded towards Danny, "Yeah... okay," he replied, a little faintly. Experiencing abnormal situations such as this was certainly not something he had ever done before. Since he lived on a ranch, the most interesting thing that he had done before involved chasing an escaped horse that has bolted - something he did not want to go through again.
Jackson rubbed his forehead, and let out a sigh. "Okay then. This place couldn't get much weirder, right?" he asked, only half-joking.
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Coco Bunny
Ruby
Cringing at my old posts, juggling depression, anxiety, school and sleep.
Posts: 233
Pronouns: She/Her
Things I Like: Stories, Movies, Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Writing Fanfiction, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Coco Bunny on Mar 28, 2016 10:07:25 GMT -6
'Sorry.' Cheetos grinned unapologetically before getting out and opening a strange wicker basket which hadn't been there previously. Chickens swarmed out of it.
(God I missed Cheetos xD)
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Post by Kor on Mar 28, 2016 10:15:16 GMT -6
Danny puts his hands in his lap and sighs. "Y' know in horror movies, when someone goes, 'what can possibly go wrong?' That's what you just did. To get some things out of the way, Enzo-" He points at Enzo's general location, "-has purple eyes and regenerating claws. I don't have a house and that is my own choice. Demons are real and so is magic. Probably tons of other things. If you stay out of the way you'll probably be fine." Compared to Enzo, Danny looked like a pretty normal guy. In a t-shirt and jeans, with a sweater tied around his waist, the most prominent thing about him was that his blonde hair was growing out and he hadn't shaved in a couple days. Enzo, meanwhile, was dressed all in black and purple and red, and had scars all over his visible skin. Then there were his weird metal gloves. Enzo points at several of the chickens. "Stop that! Stop! I'm going to start kicking some birds if any more of you appear."
in honour of charrie chats im using revamped versions of some of my original team and it's kind of sad smh
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Coco Bunny
Ruby
Cringing at my old posts, juggling depression, anxiety, school and sleep.
Posts: 233
Pronouns: She/Her
Things I Like: Stories, Movies, Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Writing Fanfiction, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Coco Bunny on Mar 28, 2016 10:21:22 GMT -6
Cheetos froze. He turned, and his smiling and laughing expression had changed into something serious. 'DON'T hurt my chickens.' He glared, before immediately smiling again. When he whistled, all the chickens flocked over to Cheetos.
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Post by It's me, El on Mar 28, 2016 10:32:28 GMT -6
Jackson listened to Danny, glancing over at Enzo a couple of times, then he stayed silent for a short while until he eventually spoke, "Right. Well, this is just great," his tone was sarcastic, and unimpressed. There must have been some serious screwup in place for him to randomly turn up here. He looked at the seemingly endless number of chickens that were pouring out of the wicker basket on the back of the fork lift. It reminded him of something that would happen in a cartoon.
Suddenly, the figure of another male teleported into the room. He wore a light grey v-neck t-shirt with a black blazer over it, and black jeans. He also wore black walking ankle boots, and there was the pendant of a tarnished silver angel wing on a black waxed cord around his neck. He had dark blond hair, and bright, dark blue eyes. He seemed to have a rather athletic build, and fair skin. The male, Simiel, smirked lazily, "Well, just what did I miss?" he asked, and strolled towards the small group of people. "Not much, it seems!" he then exclaimed, answering his own question. He had a slight scruff, and blatantly had a rather carefree attitude.
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Coco Bunny
Ruby
Cringing at my old posts, juggling depression, anxiety, school and sleep.
Posts: 233
Pronouns: She/Her
Things I Like: Stories, Movies, Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Writing Fanfiction, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Coco Bunny on Mar 28, 2016 10:34:34 GMT -6
Cheetos threw a bit of randomly appearing corn at the chickens, who scrabbled for it.
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Post by Kor on Mar 28, 2016 10:56:46 GMT -6
Enzo made a bit of a face and folded his arms. He turns to Simiel as soon as he speaks. "Who's this?" He might've been arching an eyebrow. Hair was making it hard to tell.
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Coco Bunny
Ruby
Cringing at my old posts, juggling depression, anxiety, school and sleep.
Posts: 233
Pronouns: She/Her
Things I Like: Stories, Movies, Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Writing Fanfiction, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Coco Bunny on Mar 28, 2016 11:06:52 GMT -6
(Argh I need something for Cheetos to doooooo)
Cheetos looked at the wall he'd busted through then straight at me, somehow. 'Hey, Coco, how'd you fix it so fast?' Me: DON'T CALL ME COCO. And shushhhhhh no breaking the 4th wall. *A mysterious ghostly hand appears and shushes Cheetos.*
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Post by It's me, El on Mar 28, 2016 11:14:22 GMT -6
Simiel turned his attention to Enzo, and he made his way over to him. "The name's Simiel Caelum," he replied, with a grin. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I don't know about that yet," he added, with a slight shrug. He folded his arms, and looked at Cheetos, "Who are you talking to?" he asked, as though he couldn't care less about the answer, but he couldn't keep a hint of curiosity from his voice.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Mar 28, 2016 11:17:31 GMT -6
Quietly, a short, cute-looking girl wearing an oversized bow in her hair stepped through the destroyed wall, a little creature that kinda looked like a Halloween ghost decoration floating beside her. In her arms she carried somethung that looked to be a Hatsune Miku doll of some sorts, but with something..off about it. She soon sat down on he floor, muttering something in another language to the Miku doll as she pet its hair.
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