Cherry Bomb 08 ♦ Nice ♦ This ain't Brooklyn! [In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

'EY! Where the hell am I-?!

[Anyone in the dormitory corridor may hear this little bombshell yelling, not out of anguish or panic, but sheer confusion. If anyone were to look a little closer, they'd notice she looks a lot like Nice. She's about 10 or so, wearing dirty and worn dungarees, with brown working boots and a head of blonde scruff hair. Unlike her older counterpart, she has no eyepatch..]

I'm a smart kid and I know thi ain't Brooklyn! Anyone?? If you've kidnapped me ya doin' a damn bad job at keepin' me quiet!!

Comments

[stalking_horse]

[You have drawn the attention of one skulking eight year old.]

[He's kind of staring at you in utter confusion.]

Is that a good idea? I mean, if they hear you, they'll do something.

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She just blinks back]

So? If they were gonna do somethin' they woulda by now. And they wouldn't have left me untied or alone either

[stalking_horse]

[...Point, you have one.]

Have you seen who it is?

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Nah, ain't seen no one 'part from you

What's ya name anyways, kid?

[stalking_horse]

...

Saguru. [Well, he does recognize that you're speaking English and Brooklyn and all.]

Where are we? If you're from New York, and I'm from Tokyo... [Then someone drug them a really long way.]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Ya from Japan?? That's like, a million miles away though-

[She grins]

I ain't ever even been outta New York!! What's it like in Tokyo? Is it true ya eat raw fish? An' use those funny rickshaw thingies? And y'all wear robes the whole time?

[stalking_horse]

Well, until we know where "here" is -

[Blink - blink - blink]

Uh, it's hot and kinda rainy right now and there's a lot of people and lights, sometimes, nobody's used those in ages, [....]

[He looks down at his own pretty normal modern clothes] Only on festivals? [He was pretty sure he looked stupid in it all anyway. ._.; ]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Oh..

[Damn, she was hoping all those stereotypes were true..ahwell, she'd get over it]

Anyways, what dya do for fun, Saguru~? Ever seen a bomb up close?

[stalking_horse]

[He's still kinda blinking]

Read? And solve things? [He is unsure of using the D-word around the noisy girl who just mentioned explosives.]

[Although - ]

No - unless the funny things in my room blow up... [He's not sure D: they looked kinda grenade-like.]

[lildevilkaoru.livejournal.com]

Have you been kidnapped to?

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[A little kid...?]

Er,yeah I guess so..ya here alone?

[lildevilkaoru.livejournal.com]

I...I don't know, I was last with Hikaru, but now he's not here.

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Hmm..well, since I ain't got the first clue where we are, why don't we go get somethin' ta eat, then we can go look for 'im - sound good~?

[lildevilkaoru.livejournal.com]

That's if we can find the place to eat first.

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She looks around her, before back at him]

Well, it's a big place - there's bound ta be a big s kitchen 'round here somewhere

C'mon~!

[lildevilkaoru.livejournal.com]

Try this way first.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John stepped out of his room after hearing the commotion on the network and a huge influx of kids which has him very concerned, worried and confused. He looks toward the staircase where Nice was yelling from and sighs, walking toward it and stopping at the base of the stairs leading up to the third floor.]

Mind keepin' it down.

[He did a double take and shook his head. Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was his coming down from that huge adrenaline surge from the battle that he didn't get the chance to fight in but doesn't she look just like.....]

Nice?

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She turns at looks at him quickly, shoving her hands into her pockets as she regards him with a curious frown]

'ow dya know mah name, Mister?

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John had to think fast. From the rumors of all the kids possibly thinking they were being kidnapped, he couldn't let her believe it even if he didn't believe it himself. This was a terrible joke on everyone.]

I ain't no kidnapper. I'm John. My room's just down this hall here 'an I ain't out t' kidnappin' nobody. So get that outta yer head. This ain't Brooklyn. Yer right about that.

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Oh..

[She looks around the place fairly absently. She doesn't seem too bothered]

..S'nice place..

[She runs down the stairs, jumping the last two, and holds her hand out to him]

Good ta meetcha John~

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Likewise.

[He returned the handshake and smiles. He never thought that he would see Nice as a kid but this really gave a more valuable feel to his budding relationship with her and adding something to the beginning of it really does give a more genuine feel to her later admiration.]

Come on. I'll get'cha somethin' t' eat.

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Sounds good ta me

[She scratches her head as she glances up at him]

So..where am I exactly..? I ain't complainin' - looks pretty cushty, like the white house or somethin'

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

By th' looks of things, we're in a place called the Manor. According to some sort'a desk jockey, the one that brought us here wrote us in a story an' th' only way out is if we're written out. I wouldn't worry about it much. We aren't th' same goofs that this Author person likes t' bring in.

[He takes her hand and starts walking toward the kitchen area.]

We'll see how it goes.

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She nods as he explains things, like a business man would whilst hearing his company is doing well

I ain't worried - It ain't like there're many people ta miss me or nothin'..That does sound pretty neat though..so, we're in a story--

[She accepts his hand, but smirks a little]

'Ey, ya stil haven't answered my question - how dya know my name?

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[Cooly, he was really hoping to avoid this conversation. Instead of diverting, which wouldn't end well, he inhales deeply to answer it.]

You know we're in a story, right? So as crazy as it's all gonna sound, keep in mind that not everything is as it seems here. I ain't gonna lie to ya an' I never will.

[He sucks in a breath and continues.]

I knew you when you were older. We...we were friends. Still are, I think. Better be at least. [He smirks playfully.] I actually liked ya more than a friend then but I'll save that fer another time.