Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes (
drboom) wrote in
snowblindrpg2016-08-16 05:30 am
[log] Terrible sleepover! [closed]
Characters: Junkrat, Hange, and Levi
Location Building 90
Date: Night 147
Summary: Junkrat barges in on where Hange and Levi are spending the night. Then is the sleepover that no one asked for.
Warnings: I'll add if anything comes up.
Junkrat wasn't having a good day today. He had gotten extremely lucky finding a sleeping bag on his first day here, but today there wasn't much to show for his search. Just a house with a piano in it and another with no clothing in it. He did find a pretty sweet throw pillow in that last house, but that didn't help his extremely important mission of finding underwear.
The seek shelter warning message had gone off on his tablet a while ago. He knew he'd get locked out if he didn't find a place to stay, but he hadn't really gotten the timing down yet on just how far he could go before he'd run out of time. As such he made do with the first stable looking building he came across.
Unfortunately the possibility of running into someone else in this snow hell hadn't crossed his mind at all as he ungracefully opened the door and kicked the rest of the way in with his peg leg. It was way to cold to be fiddling with doors honestly. He'd never kick so hard as to break the door (not on purpose anyway) but god if it didn't feel good busting into a place like that. He was quick to get inside and even quicker to close the door behind him as he unceremoniously dumped his backpack to the floor.
"Honey I'm home! Did'ja miss me?!" If his loud entrance wasn't enough he couldn't help but end his exclamation in one of his obnoxious cackles.
Besides listening to the network with the text-to-audio function he really has had nothing better to do than talk to himself while exploring places....
Location Building 90
Date: Night 147
Summary: Junkrat barges in on where Hange and Levi are spending the night. Then is the sleepover that no one asked for.
Warnings: I'll add if anything comes up.
Junkrat wasn't having a good day today. He had gotten extremely lucky finding a sleeping bag on his first day here, but today there wasn't much to show for his search. Just a house with a piano in it and another with no clothing in it. He did find a pretty sweet throw pillow in that last house, but that didn't help his extremely important mission of finding underwear.
The seek shelter warning message had gone off on his tablet a while ago. He knew he'd get locked out if he didn't find a place to stay, but he hadn't really gotten the timing down yet on just how far he could go before he'd run out of time. As such he made do with the first stable looking building he came across.
Unfortunately the possibility of running into someone else in this snow hell hadn't crossed his mind at all as he ungracefully opened the door and kicked the rest of the way in with his peg leg. It was way to cold to be fiddling with doors honestly. He'd never kick so hard as to break the door (not on purpose anyway) but god if it didn't feel good busting into a place like that. He was quick to get inside and even quicker to close the door behind him as he unceremoniously dumped his backpack to the floor.
"Honey I'm home! Did'ja miss me?!" If his loud entrance wasn't enough he couldn't help but end his exclamation in one of his obnoxious cackles.
Besides listening to the network with the text-to-audio function he really has had nothing better to do than talk to himself while exploring places....

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It's unclear if they're even aware of whatever Levi's doing.
As for Hange, they're knelt down next to the dining table, which is propped up against a door that now leads to nowhere. Combined with the scattered chairs that look like they were once stacked onto a different door, it almost seems like someone once tried to barricade themselves inside...
Hange starts a little when the door bangs open. Swiveling a bit, they spot Junkrat, and for a moment there's just a very baffled silence. This guy looks... different.
"Whoever you're talking to, I don't think they're here anymore." This is obviously the most helpful response.
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Not that he's bitter or anything.
It's a steak knife, which is not ideal, but it's sure as hell better than nothing. He's busy cleaning it (surprise) when he hears the door bust open, which is convenient because it means he's already got a knife in his hand. He knows you can't just stab the anomalies, but immediately going for his knife is completely instinctual.
—Ah, it's just some random, loud weirdo. Great. His knife arm drops back to his side, and he scowls at the intruder, who is clearly batshit insane.
"What the hell are you laughing at?"