(Someone just woke up in a new place.)

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[It took everything that Varon had to not freak out so instead, he opens his door and looks down the hall. Left, then right. Nothing out of the ordinary here. One week and two places, nothing really surprises him much anymore.]

Oi! What is this place? Who's in charge!?

[He's not in a bad mood, just...confused? Yeah, that's the better term.]

Comments

One trollkid for you. I can ditch the font color/typing quirk if it bugs you. So just let me know.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[What Varon will find himself looking at is obviously not human. Tavros is short, has grey skin, yellow eyes and horns. Also, he's in a wheelchair. He just kind of stares for a moment.]

I'm good with it. :) It adds flavor. ;)

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Now this really isn't Domino City nor what he was used to. This place...

Now this kid...]

Yeah...what is this place?

[Looking around.]

It's a troll thing. We have a bunch of 'em running around now. lol

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

LMAO!! Oh lord! This is going to be very very interesting.

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[blinks, snorts and then grins]

Well, that's not so bad. Are you a bug?

Never a dull moment.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[spottedtraveler.livejournal.com]

Hello. You are in an apartment complex. My name is Samantha what's yours?

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Stops his looking, turns and faces the new voice. Blinks. Stares. Grins.]

Well, if this means meetin' sheilas like you, I'll be golden.

[spottedtraveler.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Ummmm thank you. What's your name by the way?

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

Varon. What's yours?

[He remembers the last time he called anyone "love". He was slapped and management was called.]

Got a boyfriend?

[Not that it really mattered. It's just...testing. :)]

[spottedtraveler.livejournal.com]

*shakes her head* Not at the moment. *didn't I tell him my nam? Oh well* My name is Samantha.

[cows-withguns.livejournal.com]

Your in an appartment complex.

[Says the guy sweeping up some broken glass in the hall. He doesn't look up from his task yet. He doesn't want anyone cutting their foot.]

And Allen's the one in charge. But I can help if you want.

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

Hey, great! Any idea if I was drunk or lost?

[He has absolutely no memory of how he got here. Grabbing the dust pan.]

I got that.

[cows-withguns.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs. How should he know? He's just Allen's assistant around here. He does look up at Varon comes to help though.]

You don't have to. I've got it.

Sometimes... I just kinda black out. And then stuff gets broken. It's a mystery.

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm livin' here too right? Might as well lend a hand.

[Varon's not really going to take no for an answer but he does listen.]

Maybe you're sleepwalkin'. I had a friend that did that. He didn't mean to. It just kinda happens.

[cows-withguns.livejournal.com]

[Well help away then. Haru waits for him to get the dust pan in place so he can sweep up the shards.]

Or fairies.

I'm Haru, by the way.

[lackslucidity.livejournal.com]

[Vexen is peering around a corner at Varon. Oh good, fresh meat new person.]

In Granddaddy's house of course. Did you bring me klondike bars?

Oh geez. XD

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Slowly turns around...his hairs standing on end a visible shiver and a shudder.]

Klondike bars?

[Bad bad memories there... Amelda made him get those when he was on his so called *ahem*...]

Just got here! Who's Grandaddy?

He's harmless, mostly. Just... confused.

[lackslucidity.livejournal.com]

Yesss. Klondike bars.

[His favorite food ever. he practicaly lives on them... Er. Or he would. If he was alive.]

Don't play games. I'm Granddaddy.

Well, that definitely makes two of them. XD

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

Eyyyaa!

[Okay, this guy's really creeping him out worse than Dartz ever did.]

Not my Granddaddy!

Good luck convincing him your not related...! XD Everyone tries. No one succeeds.

[lackslucidity.livejournal.com]

Yes your Granddaddy. I know my grandbabies.

Your... your...

[Hang on. He'll think of a name.]

Your.... Betty, right? Yes. Betty. I remember.

Hey look. MORE trollkids. No amount of culture clash will prepare you. HONK.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Someone squeezes a bike horn rather loudly right behind you.

Nothing like sharing a bit of good proper mirthterror with the new arrivals. He has the best of intentions, but Gamzee's taste in joy has always been a little strange, and it's just been getting stranger as he's been going off of his drugs sopor slime pies...]

LMAO!! Yep, now we have bike horns. XD

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Jumps and nearly felt his heart stop.]

What the hell!?

Bike horns aren't the half of it when you meet an alien preteen who worships clowns. ._.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow, that reaction. You're really feeling the worshipful terror, aren't you? He likes that. he likes that a lot, actually.

Turns out your horn-honker is a scrawny, homeless-smelling gray-skinned kid with tall orange-yellow horns growing out of his head. If that wasn't enough, he's got a face covered in clown greasepaint, and a really unsteady, but sharp-toothed happy smile, like a shark on weed.

Actually, about exactly like a shark on weed. He seems weirdly calm and relaxed.

While we're at it, he's also got an incredibly ugly ventriloquist puppet tied around his neck like a scarf.

They say first impressions are everything. This one probably rates for an eleven on the weird shit-o-meter. It seems he can make weird honking sounds with his mouth, too, though they sound kind of asthmatic. Maybe they're laughs.]

LMAO Oh god....XD

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

Varon, mother fucker.

[Yep, he's catching on with a grin. He likes this weirdo. It's that twitchy grin that has him slightly on edge but at least this weird troll is weirdly genuine on the weird-shit-o-meter.

Then his eyes look to the dummy. Yep, definitely a tweaking freak...maybe. It's just too soon to tell just yet.]

Plus you'll discover later he has no sense of personal space, etc.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He gives another startled, happy honk.]



[You never want to get a young capricorn's goat. That would be uncool. He sure hopes you aren't.]