a. magic journal/network; yo what the fuck this talking hamster really isn't bullshitting about this freakshit dream place? any of you dreamed up something impossible yet? or even better, any of you dreamed up something useful, like a pack of cigs or non shitty coffee?
b. candy mining; [ samatoki's not a candy type of person at all, especially not when it comes in weird, obnoxious colours and flavours that seem to be more ramuda's thing than anything. but he's here to help and not be a bitch about it (mostly), and besides, the faster he does this, the quicker he possibly wakes up or something, right?
like maybe he'll figure out a way out of this weird dream thing, or maybe jyuto will laugh at him when he finally wakes up, the bastard. thankfully, samatoki had been in a relatively affirming mood before he ended up here (despite the loss suffered during the last division rap battle, he knows they'd done their best, and the only thing to do now is to move forward; but anyway, this is a story for another day), which spares him an exploding candy.
but what he does mine, however, is a bright, obnoxious shade of deep, deep blue. looking down at it dubiously, he asks the person nearest to him, miffed: ]
The fuck are we supposed to do with this?
c. trick candy - jawbreaker + taffy; [ this place is rapidly turning out to be an incoherent, baffling, surreal kind of nightmare-dream. he had been minding his own business, not picking fights (at least not much), and doing his best to find out how this place works, but instead, this place chooses to fuck with him! again and again! ]
part i - jawbreaker [ first it was that huge, huge jawbreaker that rolled down a hill and nearly crushed him and possibly some others if he hadn't grabbed onto their wrist and pulled them out of the way: ]
Yo, move!
part ii - taffy [ and then now it's some weird snake-candy thing that's slithered around him and another, twining tight and wrapping itself around the both of them. samatoki tries to break free, to tug and tear and squirm out of it, but this thing is too damn strong, essentially binding him right up against the other. he's cursing, struggling; hell, now it's too hard to even whip out his mic -- ]
Fuck -- hey, move and see if you can tear yourself free on your end!
d. new house who dis; [ despite the initial resistance and disbelief, samatoki eventually decides that he actually needs a proper place to hole up in and establish as his base. no point wandering around and getting exposed to this weird world's tricks without at least some sort of shelter so that he can regroup and think properly, right?
anyway, he finds himself a place, which is the least shitty looking place that isn't on a tree, and he had been spending the past couple of hours or so making his new abode liveable, clearing debris and bugs out of it. this place is no yokohama, but samatoki supposes it'll do for now, until his compatriots come along.
what's annoying, however, is cleaning out a nest of bugs near his home with extreme prejudice, because mr hardcore yokohama bad boy is all about the thug life, not the bug life. and if a bunch of dead, large bugs go flying past (or at) your head, well. you know who to yell at. ]
aohitsugi samatoki | hypmic
yo what the fuck
this talking hamster really isn't bullshitting about this freakshit dream place? any of you dreamed up something impossible yet?
or even better, any of you dreamed up something useful, like a pack of cigs or non shitty coffee?
b. candy mining;
[ samatoki's not a candy type of person at all, especially not when it comes in weird, obnoxious colours and flavours that seem to be more ramuda's thing than anything. but he's here to help and not be a bitch about it (mostly), and besides, the faster he does this, the quicker he possibly wakes up or something, right?
like maybe he'll figure out a way out of this weird dream thing, or maybe jyuto will laugh at him when he finally wakes up, the bastard. thankfully, samatoki had been in a relatively affirming mood before he ended up here (despite the loss suffered during the last division rap battle, he knows they'd done their best, and the only thing to do now is to move forward; but anyway, this is a story for another day), which spares him an exploding candy.
but what he does mine, however, is a bright, obnoxious shade of deep, deep blue. looking down at it dubiously, he asks the person nearest to him, miffed: ]
The fuck are we supposed to do with this?
c. trick candy - jawbreaker + taffy;
[ this place is rapidly turning out to be an incoherent, baffling, surreal kind of nightmare-dream. he had been minding his own business, not picking fights (at least not much), and doing his best to find out how this place works, but instead, this place chooses to fuck with him! again and again! ]
part i - jawbreaker
[ first it was that huge, huge jawbreaker that rolled down a hill and nearly crushed him and possibly some others if he hadn't grabbed onto their wrist and pulled them out of the way: ]
Yo, move!
part ii - taffy
[ and then now it's some weird snake-candy thing that's slithered around him and another, twining tight and wrapping itself around the both of them. samatoki tries to break free, to tug and tear and squirm out of it, but this thing is too damn strong, essentially binding him right up against the other. he's cursing, struggling; hell, now it's too hard to even whip out his mic -- ]
Fuck -- hey, move and see if you can tear yourself free on your end!
d. new house who dis;
[ despite the initial resistance and disbelief, samatoki eventually decides that he actually needs a proper place to hole up in and establish as his base. no point wandering around and getting exposed to this weird world's tricks without at least some sort of shelter so that he can regroup and think properly, right?
anyway, he finds himself a place, which is the least shitty looking place that isn't on a tree, and he had been spending the past couple of hours or so making his new abode liveable, clearing debris and bugs out of it. this place is no yokohama, but samatoki supposes it'll do for now, until his compatriots come along.
what's annoying, however, is cleaning out a nest of bugs near his home with extreme prejudice, because mr hardcore yokohama bad boy is all about the thug life, not the bug life. and if a bunch of dead, large bugs go flying past (or at) your head, well. you know who to yell at. ]