(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.]

[spottedtraveler.livejournal.com]

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

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

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[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.

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]

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

Nope!! XD

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

Varon. Wait...I thought trolls were green an' smelled bad. Kinda gross 'n' ugly too. You're actually kinda...chibi? I think that's the word.

[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]

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. :)]

[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.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

Pffft Yay for culture clash!!

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

It means small an' cute. Trust me, it ain't anything bad.

[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.

[spottedtraveler.livejournal.com]

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

You have no idea. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[There is a look of shock and horror on his face for a moment. And then he flushes a deep brown. Why... why is this weird adult human calling him CUTE?]

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Thumps his forehead.]

That's right. You said that already. Sorry. Don't know where m'head's been lately.

[Yeah...he went south. What a way to make a good first impression.]

Care t' change that status?

[Okay, that's something that's too fast but hey, he's 17.]

HA HA HA!! Oh lord....

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Blinks. Watching those flails and blinks some more.]

Uh, it's not like I'm flirtin' mate. I like girls.

Just as long as he never mentions buckets, he's probably good.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't understand why he's being told this. All trolls are bisexual and the concept of straight or homosexual doesn't really exist for them.]

Yeahhh, I don't think he'll mention anything like that. XD

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[Is suddenly reminded of Mai just then and internally shudders, but his face shows differently.]

Yeah, well that's when us bloke's gotta make a choice not to let them take what's ours.

[Like his bike for example...]

[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?

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...]

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?