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[ijustlivehere]

[Neil is hanging out at the fountain, Hands shoved into his pockets, looking around warily.]

So uh... no one try to eat me today, okay? And we'll be good.

[ooc: Open to everyone and everything! Come and get him!]

Comments

[josephhatesyou.livejournal.com]

Oh. It's you.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah. 'S me. [He clears his throat.] Hi Joseph.

[josephhatesyou.livejournal.com]

Neil.

Have a girl that Neil probably knows

[take-yourbreath.livejournal.com]

[Rogue is wandering around more than a bit lost. She's draped in her cloak and she's got her gloves firmly tugged up past her elbows. In fact she keeps tugging on the edges every now and then as well as adjusting the hood on her cloak and the folds so that they cover her shoulders and tops of her arms. She's clearly very nervous about having exposed skin and touching all of these people. However, in the crowds and being lost, she does accidentally bump into the boy standing near the fountain with his hands in his pockets]

[ooc: You pick whether she bumped with an inch of exposed skin against his or not. I'll go with whatever.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I'll go with it being a narrow miss; Neil's probably likely enough to pass out already, ahaha.]

Sorry-- [Yeah, she bumped into him, but hey, he's Canadian.
--And then he gets a good look at her. His eyes go wide.]

H-- eeeeey, whoa.

[take-yourbreath.livejournal.com]

[She narrows her eyes at that greeting, taking a bit of offense.]

Try takin' a picture, Sugar. It'll last longer.

He can thank his sister for this one?

[smellsfinetome.livejournal.com]

[There's an awkward, slightly maniac and panicked looking girl walking in circles and peering between people.]

Uhm...hey...you wouldn't [She fiddles with her hair a moment, takes a deep breath and shoves her own hands in her back pockets.] You wouldn't know where we are, would you?

XD

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah, sure... [As he speaks, his mind is working. He knows he knows this girl from somewhere.] 'S called the City. People kinda show up here randomly, like poof, 'cept not really.

Re: XD

[smellsfinetome.livejournal.com]

[She thinks you're full of shit, Neil.] Right. So I get back randomly, how?

[greatstoryman.livejournal.com]

Why is someone going to eat you?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Dude! Kim! [Oh, oops, but he's not going to act like an overexcited kid. He is going to be Cool.]

Dunno, last time we had a day like this, two different crazy chicks tried to eat me. A demon lady and a troll-thing.

[greatstoryman.livejournal.com]

Demons and trolls. Nice to know it's just like home.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Why would someone eat you?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] 'S happened before. I mean, I didn't get eaten before, obviously. But I mean, someone tried.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Did they bite you?

[advancetheplot.livejournal.com]

Did someone try to eat you last time?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Summer! He missed you!] Uh huh. Two someones, actually.

You're back!

[howbig-canitbe.livejournal.com]

I need to be on the look out for things that are gonna eat people? Man, jobs never over.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[...Blinkblink. Neil is not getting used to this any time soon.]

Uh... yeah. 'Pparently.

[ilesbiansyou.livejournal.com]

Wait, there are zombies here? Dude, you didn't tell me there are zombies here!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink. Neil almost says there aren't, but then he realises that's not true.] Well, I mean there are, sorta. That's not what tried to eat me, though. It was a troll-thing, and some demon chick.

[bakurakrazie.livejournal.com]

No promises. You look delicious.




I don't know if that was supposed to be a compliment or a creeper remark or what.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Whoa. Uh, thanks? Maybe?

[byronicamars.livejournal.com]

Do they usually listen to the polite requests for no violence? Seems fairly unusual if they do.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Dunno, never tried. Worth a shot.