"Sounds great, old chum." William finds the kitchen and looks around to see if anyone's listening. Just a little kid and a really creepy looking old guy.
"I guess your name isn't Johnny, right?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"More like a big brother... or servant... boyfriend... pet thing. Hey, what's this?" A scrap of paper with a doodle on it is lying on the table and William picks it up. "Aw, what the hell? Is this supposed to be me? Ridiculous. Does this place have any tea? Coffee is an abomination upon the earth."
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"Haha, no. William." Without another word, he begins ransacking the cupboards for tea. "Where is Bianca right now, anyway?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestJoshua walked into the kitchen, his stomach rumbling quietly. He had the munchies, and was in the mood for some snack food...
There was a man rummaging through the cupboards. Joshua almost didn't think anything of it, until it struck him that he didn't actually know who the man was.
And the wall wasn't in the best shape, either...
"Who's this, a guest?" Joshua asked, eying Charlie out of the corner of his eye. His tone dripped with fake, almost saccharine welcoming...
...as he drew his M1911.
I am now known as Flyboy."She's away on a joyride, against better judgement. You know her... that is, YOU know her. I don't, I just assume she's like that."
Charlie turned to see Joshua with, surprise, surprise, a gun in his hand.
"Oh look, It's mr. Trigger Happy. Don't worry about our guest, he's a friend of Bianca's. Lower your gun and enjoy some Coffee."
"I'm not trigger happy..." Joshua said, as he slowly returned his weapon to its holster.
"If I were trigger happy, he'd be dead. And I hate coffee. Makes me jumpy. You want to see trigger happy, have me drink coffee..."
I am now known as Flyboy."Good morning to you too. Wait, is it morning?" William thinks for a second. "Eh, who cares. Bianca likes to see new things, so I'm not really surprised. Ah! Tea!" William whistles while he turns on the burner and waits for the kettle to start boiling. "So, what's your name?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestJoshua raised an eyebrow. Charlie was... normal. More normal than any of the other people on the team, anyhow, himself included.
He took a seat in one of the chairs opposite Charlie and took his sunglasses off, setting them on the table. Rubbing his hands over his face, he deliberated on approach...
He decided on cheeky. Cheeky always worked.
"So, is this team-family-bonding period? I was never good with that. I found that if you don't form attachments with the people you work with, it's easier to dump them later."
Joshua stopped for a moment, realizing what he was saying. "No offense, of course..."
His embarrassment was broken, however, by the... new fellow. Joshua turned slowly... was everyone from wherever Bianca lived insane?... and looked at the man.
"Joshua. Master of shooting things and being threatening in a low-key manner. Mess with my stuff and I shoot you. Otherwise, we're cool."
edited 9th Aug '11 12:53:31 PM by USAF713
I am now known as Flyboy.Charlie turned to Viper.
"Sure, help yourself. Python is away looking around Vegas too. Him and the rest should be expected back soon... or eventually. Whichever."
Charlie then turned to Joshua.
"As for 'Team Building', I'm not very good at... talking, at least... not with people who aren't trying to kill me. It's odd."
edited 9th Aug '11 12:55:55 PM by Dvdmacyoshi
Suddenly, all of these people came into the kitchen and started talking, and there was this new guy named... what, William?
They didn't seem to've noticed him. Daisuke spoke up.
"Can anybody make some rice for me?"
Shinji was led to a small room by the prison guards, who uncuffed him before ducking out to lock the door behind him. The set of clothes he wore at his capture- a dark blue suit, white dress shirt, belt, shoes, and his (albeit cosmetic) glasses -waited atop the table. He got dressed quickly, noticing offhand that his wallet and the knife he usually concealed under his clothes were gone for obvious reasons.
The door opened, and a messenger bag was handed to him. As he unzipped it, the prison guards pointed their weapons at him.
"Calm down, I'm just checking to see if everything's here." He sighed as he began sifting through his tools- throwing knives, packets of tranquilizer darts, his own bamboo straw, and even his wallet. Just what he needed.
...Was he trying to taunt him by saying guards would be keeping him on-task? What's next? Is he going to be introduced to them?
edited 9th Aug '11 1:01:29 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth.""I keep telling you, friend," Joshua began, leaning back in his chair, "talking is overrated. There is you, the goal, and everybody in between—and therefore, in the way."
I am now known as Flyboy."Okay then, Joshua." The kettle begins to boil and William realizes that he forgot to find a mug. He stares at the mess he made, hoping that one will appear, and settles for a bowl.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk, Charlie. I'm good at filling awkward silences with even more awkward conversations. You should feel better about yourself now."
edited 9th Aug '11 1:05:02 PM by snowfoxofdeath
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"Kid, tell me what rice is and I'll probably burn it. Can't you settle for something else unless someone with passable cooking skills steps up? Anyone?"
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"Oh, years can do wonders to people's faces. I recognize you now... Johnny." William pats the man on the shoulder. "How have you been?"
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