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[otaku_hitman]

Who: Travis fucking Touchdown and everyone.
Where: By the coral (though anywhere nearby is good)
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: cursing, lewd behavior, uh. everything. just everything.
Style: starting in prose. Can go for whatever
Status: Open like Travis's pants.

To say Travis was having a bad day was an understatement. Last thing he remembered was fighting that stupid little fucker, Jasper Batt Jr, then falling off the top floor of the Pizza Batt building. And now he woke up sitting in the fountain. He fished for his tinted sunglasses, only to find one of the lenses has completely cracked. "Fuck." Yeah, he died and went to hell. Given his luck, they only showed shounen anime here and there weren't any pretty women.

He stood up, making sure he was still all in one piece, then dug out his cell. Dead and water-logged. "FUCK!" Well, since when would cellphones actually work in hell anyway? Stupid, stupid, stupid. At least he was pretty sure his beam katanas would still work. Whatever Naomi did, she made them work no matter what the hell happened to him, and Travis always took a huge beating. Every time. Guaranteed. He took one of the katana off his belt.

click.

Shit, out of batteries. He took both hands and began shaking it up and down like one of those flashlights that recharge by shaking. Sure enough, the thing recharged and out came a perfect beam katana. "Sweet".

Now that was taken care of. "Where the hell am I?"

[ ooc: tag me up, please? ]

Comments

[sandvich_good]

Can do.

[And with that, he'll lead him to the closest pizzeria around, which happens to be some place called L'acciuga's Pizzeria. Once inside, Heavy takes a menu and hands it to Travis.]

Feel free to choose what you wish. Forgot to mention things in city, except thing in Nostalgia Nook, are free. Including food and residency.

[otaku_hitman]

[ Travis shoves his hands in his pockets and follows. This guy seems like a stereotype, but that amuses Travis. Most of the last few years has been like that.

And then he becomes certain that he's stuck in some sort of video game. ]

Are you fucking serious?! Free?! You gotta be shitting me!

[sandvich_good]

No. I am not..."shitting" anything. Things in city are free.

[otaku_hitman]

Oh man. [ he puts his hand on his forehead, feeling for any sort of bumps. ] I must've hit my head so hard I'm fucking hallucinating.

[sandvich_good]

If you want, I can hit you to prove you are not hallucinating.

[otaku_hitman]

[ yeah, no. No big Russian guy is gonna hit his face. ]

I'll pass.

[sandvich_good]

[Don't be a wimp, Travis.]

Good. So, do you believe this is real now?

[otaku_hitman]

[ he'd like to keep himself in one piece, thx very much. ]

Yeah, something like that.

[sandvich_good]

[Have it your way.]

Good. Now, feel free to get what you like, I will pick booth.

[otaku_hitman]

[ now this is just weird. It's like a bad fanfic. But dude, free food was still free food. ]

Pepperoni pizza and beer.