06-14-2017, 06:24 PM
Vic had swiftly pocketed his prize from the chest, promptly seating himself on the sturdy makeshift bench. He lifted up his foot, and began the process of squeezing the seawater from his sopping clothes.
Slipping off a shoe, he poured a stream of liquid out of his socks and pant legs, patting down his clothes and sleeves. He was just about finished, having proceeded from "soaked" to merely "dripping".
"Yo, bro man. How's it hanging?" Hendy looked up and saw what looked like an adolescent boy, humanoid. Makeup on his face, brightly colored horns on his head. "You good, dude? Ain't gonna eat me or nothin', right?"
Victor Hendy gave a friendly chuckle. "Not at all, harlequin, not at all. Pull up your soaking shoes and sit a spell." He extended a hand and shook the boy's, looking out over the waves. "Name's Victor Hendy, son. Good to meet someone friendly, unlike the majority of the fellas back at the facility. You travel far?"
Gamzee was just about to answer.
Then the tranquil serenity of the seaside scene was rudely interrupted by a bouncing blue blob, waving cheerily at them. "Hi! Hi! Hello, you guys! Hi!"
A start of fear ran through the conman's body. The one thing he was not expecting in a competition like this: aggressive friendliness. He put on his folksy demeanor once more.
"Well now, first a friendly trickster, then a lovely azure lady! ...lady, right?" It was hard to tell. Oh gods, this was rapidly spiraling out of his control. The newcomer nodded fiercely, a vapid grin on her face.
Yeah.
It was time to move along.
"Ho ho ho! What have we here?" Another voice sounded from the surf, this one with some edge to it. Some malice. Vic looked over to the third arrival, his shirt stained with blood, a sword at his hip, the man making strange and predatory movements with his lips. Jesus, he'd seen this guy in the bar. Boastful and monstrous.
It was definitely time to leave.
"Not much, friend. I was just sittin' a bit to get the dew out of my boots, but I think it's time I hit the old dusty trail. Y'all play nice now, hear?"
He started edging off of the beach, leaving the conspicuous chest behind, empty of it's treasure.
Slipping off a shoe, he poured a stream of liquid out of his socks and pant legs, patting down his clothes and sleeves. He was just about finished, having proceeded from "soaked" to merely "dripping".
"Yo, bro man. How's it hanging?" Hendy looked up and saw what looked like an adolescent boy, humanoid. Makeup on his face, brightly colored horns on his head. "You good, dude? Ain't gonna eat me or nothin', right?"
Victor Hendy gave a friendly chuckle. "Not at all, harlequin, not at all. Pull up your soaking shoes and sit a spell." He extended a hand and shook the boy's, looking out over the waves. "Name's Victor Hendy, son. Good to meet someone friendly, unlike the majority of the fellas back at the facility. You travel far?"
Gamzee was just about to answer.
Then the tranquil serenity of the seaside scene was rudely interrupted by a bouncing blue blob, waving cheerily at them. "Hi! Hi! Hello, you guys! Hi!"
A start of fear ran through the conman's body. The one thing he was not expecting in a competition like this: aggressive friendliness. He put on his folksy demeanor once more.
"Well now, first a friendly trickster, then a lovely azure lady! ...lady, right?" It was hard to tell. Oh gods, this was rapidly spiraling out of his control. The newcomer nodded fiercely, a vapid grin on her face.
Yeah.
It was time to move along.
"Ho ho ho! What have we here?" Another voice sounded from the surf, this one with some edge to it. Some malice. Vic looked over to the third arrival, his shirt stained with blood, a sword at his hip, the man making strange and predatory movements with his lips. Jesus, he'd seen this guy in the bar. Boastful and monstrous.
It was definitely time to leave.
"Not much, friend. I was just sittin' a bit to get the dew out of my boots, but I think it's time I hit the old dusty trail. Y'all play nice now, hear?"
He started edging off of the beach, leaving the conspicuous chest behind, empty of it's treasure.
Quote:Attempting to leave, D8 to C12
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”