03-14-2016, 03:56 AM
Something was wrong.
Well, for starters, you don't just hear explosions for no reason. More often than not, it's something actually being blown up. And since she was surrounded by only open seas. So that could only mean one thing. Someone decided it'd be a good idea to attack the beach. Fuck. With a few muttered curses, Noodle stormed out of the room she was working on furnishing, grabbing her gun on the way. Cocking it as she ran, she approached the exit. A well placed kick brought her into the outdoors, and she scanned the landscape for something, anything. Nothing. Well, except there actually was something. A body. Left on the beach, with a piece of wood stuck inside it. Ouch.
She swung the gun to her back, leaving it dangling from its strap as she rushed to make sure the stranger still lived.
"Hey! Are you... okay...?" No response. Damn it all. He was out. Checking his vitals, though, the one-armed man seemed to still be alive. But he really needed medical attention. And quickly. She picked up the man, and began carrying him to the interior.
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Noodle sighed, head in her hands. This guy still wasn't waking up. And he didn't look like he would be, either. This was very bad. She even called in Lou to try to figure it out, to no avail. Honestly, she didn't know what to even try anymore. That's when he woke up. Slowly, and almost unnoticible until he spoke up.
"Where am I...?" he asked, tone slightly hoarse. Noodle's head jolted up, and she smiled. He was alive!
"Oh, thank God you're alright! Er, not actually alright, but you know what I mean. Uh, you're on my island, Plastic Beach. I, um, just kinda made it the other day. I would have tidied up the place a little had I known you were coming. Heh..." She chuckled lightly, grin still rather apparent.
"Right, um. I'm Noodle. What's your name, sir?" she asked, pushing herself to her feet.
"My name? Issac Carter," he replied, eyebrow slightly raised at the quirkyness of the girl. That was to be expected, though. She was sort of used to the odd looks.
She nodded. "Well, nice to meet you, Issac! I'm afraid you've sorta been... well, impaled. And I have no idea how to take care of that." Her smile left, and transformed into a more worried look. This could be death, really. But hell if she knew that. "But I'm thinking you'll be alright."
The man simply sighed. This was gonna be an experience, huh?
Meanwhile, on a nearby ship, stood the glowering figure of the Boogeyman. Even this time, without his crew of ghostly apparitions. He stood watching the beach, watching the small ecosystem thrive. It made him sick. Well, as sick as a demon could get, anyway. He would get his chance to destroy this wretched place. It would be soon. The demon turned, to glance at where the ships nearby exploded. Perfect. Just a little more entropy in this world. It was just as he liked it.
Just as planned.
Well, for starters, you don't just hear explosions for no reason. More often than not, it's something actually being blown up. And since she was surrounded by only open seas. So that could only mean one thing. Someone decided it'd be a good idea to attack the beach. Fuck. With a few muttered curses, Noodle stormed out of the room she was working on furnishing, grabbing her gun on the way. Cocking it as she ran, she approached the exit. A well placed kick brought her into the outdoors, and she scanned the landscape for something, anything. Nothing. Well, except there actually was something. A body. Left on the beach, with a piece of wood stuck inside it. Ouch.
She swung the gun to her back, leaving it dangling from its strap as she rushed to make sure the stranger still lived.
"Hey! Are you... okay...?" No response. Damn it all. He was out. Checking his vitals, though, the one-armed man seemed to still be alive. But he really needed medical attention. And quickly. She picked up the man, and began carrying him to the interior.
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Noodle sighed, head in her hands. This guy still wasn't waking up. And he didn't look like he would be, either. This was very bad. She even called in Lou to try to figure it out, to no avail. Honestly, she didn't know what to even try anymore. That's when he woke up. Slowly, and almost unnoticible until he spoke up.
"Where am I...?" he asked, tone slightly hoarse. Noodle's head jolted up, and she smiled. He was alive!
"Oh, thank God you're alright! Er, not actually alright, but you know what I mean. Uh, you're on my island, Plastic Beach. I, um, just kinda made it the other day. I would have tidied up the place a little had I known you were coming. Heh..." She chuckled lightly, grin still rather apparent.
"Right, um. I'm Noodle. What's your name, sir?" she asked, pushing herself to her feet.
"My name? Issac Carter," he replied, eyebrow slightly raised at the quirkyness of the girl. That was to be expected, though. She was sort of used to the odd looks.
She nodded. "Well, nice to meet you, Issac! I'm afraid you've sorta been... well, impaled. And I have no idea how to take care of that." Her smile left, and transformed into a more worried look. This could be death, really. But hell if she knew that. "But I'm thinking you'll be alright."
The man simply sighed. This was gonna be an experience, huh?
Meanwhile, on a nearby ship, stood the glowering figure of the Boogeyman. Even this time, without his crew of ghostly apparitions. He stood watching the beach, watching the small ecosystem thrive. It made him sick. Well, as sick as a demon could get, anyway. He would get his chance to destroy this wretched place. It would be soon. The demon turned, to glance at where the ships nearby exploded. Perfect. Just a little more entropy in this world. It was just as he liked it.
Just as planned.