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[Here, guys, have a Demyx.]
[This college-aged guy is wandering through a doorway with earbuds in, eyes closed as he seems to be walking straight from memory. There's a guitar case on his back and a messenger bag over his shoulder, coupled with a laptop case. The wires from the earbuds disappear into the pocket of his jacket. He walks through another doorway, which happens to be a kitchen, turning and setting his stuff down.]
[But that's when he notices that something isn't right. This place? Does not smell like bagels. His eyes open, and... well, that's not the kitchen wall of the bagel shop! He pulls his earbuds out, and looks at through the doorway. That? That isn't the storefront.]
[... Oh, well, shit. He straightens, then goes to look around a bit, a look of horror slowly coming across his face. There's no sound of hustle and bustle. This isn't New York City. He turns a few times. But how? How is he here? How could he possibly be...? ... There's only one explanation.]
Aliens!! [He jumps a bit, looking around a little frantically.] I've been abducted! They're gonna experiment on me-- Oh shit, they'll take my music and use it to send subliminal messages to Earth's listeners and mind control them.
--My laptop! [He turns and darts back toward the kitchen-- only to meet face-first with the door frame.]
[[OOC: Welcome New Yorker!Demyx. He's a simple human with a talent for anything artistic and most things athletic~]]
[This college-aged guy is wandering through a doorway with earbuds in, eyes closed as he seems to be walking straight from memory. There's a guitar case on his back and a messenger bag over his shoulder, coupled with a laptop case. The wires from the earbuds disappear into the pocket of his jacket. He walks through another doorway, which happens to be a kitchen, turning and setting his stuff down.]
[But that's when he notices that something isn't right. This place? Does not smell like bagels. His eyes open, and... well, that's not the kitchen wall of the bagel shop! He pulls his earbuds out, and looks at through the doorway. That? That isn't the storefront.]
[... Oh, well, shit. He straightens, then goes to look around a bit, a look of horror slowly coming across his face. There's no sound of hustle and bustle. This isn't New York City. He turns a few times. But how? How is he here? How could he possibly be...? ... There's only one explanation.]
Aliens!! [He jumps a bit, looking around a little frantically.] I've been abducted! They're gonna experiment on me-- Oh shit, they'll take my music and use it to send subliminal messages to Earth's listeners and mind control them.
--My laptop! [He turns and darts back toward the kitchen-- only to meet face-first with the door frame.]
[[OOC: Welcome New Yorker!Demyx. He's a simple human with a talent for anything artistic and most things athletic~]]
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Are you okay?
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--huh? [He looks to the side, one hand still covering the injury and the other hovering close.]
... A kid? You look... human.
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I'm s'posed to look human! Are you?
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Y-yeah. M'human.
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Are you?
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[nods! she doesn't understand why this wouldn't be obvious.]
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ALIEN. [POINT.]
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[Deadpan.]
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['Sup have a fellow New Yorker.]
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-Huh? [looking over at him, holding his nose. ;;]
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Your laptop will be fine.
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... How do you know?
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There's no way for anything in here to have crossed over into wherever you just came from.
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Sorry, was gone all yesterday. |D
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[turns, hand over his nose.]
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Who're... you?
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... are you alright?
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[... A blond girl that doesn't look much of anything like an alien.]
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... Th-they could control people with it. [I sound. Like an idiot.]
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That's an interesting theory.
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...when I look at that icon, I see a creepy face behind him o.o
I think it's more hot than creepy. c: If Demyx made that face at me I'd be like "AETJAETEA"
jfgjj
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