Treck Wreck

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Anyone standing in a certain well-traveled hallway is free to notice that one door has some interesting noises behind it. If they try to open it beforehand, it won't budge, but after a moment, the culprit will be seen. There's some shouting, a few crashes, a strange mechanical whirring noise that gets louder, and some more shouting.]

CrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapCRAPCRAP--

[The door gets slammed into, and a Sora (dressed in street clothes with a backpack on) goes flying through it. The door is opening so hard it hits the wall (or whatever else is there) and rebounds back shut immediately. Sora is left sliding across the hallway's floor on his face before he flips onto his back, obviously painfully, and his legs and butt slam into the other wall. At least that stops him, and with his legs in the air, anyone might notice the strange inline skates on his feet.]

U-ugh...

((OOC: Couldn't help myself. Have an Air Gear AU!Sora.))

Comments

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

...You've got weird shoes, mister.

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Ugh brb in pain. Cracks an eye open when he hears the voice and looks at him. Why is everything upside down, man.]

Huh...?

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

Are you okay, mister?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[... derp.]

[scrambling to get to his knees, which requires some rolling.]

Wh-what? Hey, where...?

[SORRY HE'S NOT TRYING TO IGNORE YOUR QUESTION. He just needs to figure out if he's hallucinating or not. D:]

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

...MISTER, ARE YOU OKAY?!

[[SHAKING HIM ON THE ARM.]]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Nice entrance, there. Have a quiet observer.]

Problem?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[er hey that voice sounds vaguely familiar. He's looking up and... tilting his head to the side. Even though that's not really necessary since he's already upside-down.]

[Oh and hey, when he sees you, he's flipping out and scrambling to his feet.]

U-uhm! No, I'm fine! I--... wait, where am I?

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

The strangest place you'll ever wind up. What were you doing?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

... Training on my Air Trecks. I got attacked... I must have accidentally wandered into another team's territory.

[demooning.livejournal.com]

[o-offers him a hand? ;;]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[--WAIT HEY.]

Roxas? I thought you were getting some studying done?

[demooning.livejournal.com]

[Blinks at him. Studying?]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

... Roxas? Are you okay?

[Gets up to his feet, rubbing his lower back a bit because ow, wall hurt.]

Where are we?

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[...............have a Curaga.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[aTHJNRIJKOAEITRSTIKEIOTJAIETKAEOPIKTIOAEKTOPAEKTYOEA WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WHAT IS GOING ON FLAILING UNTIL HIS LEGS AND ASS FALL OVER.]

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[...and now he's laughing.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[HEY WAIT I KNOW THAT LAUGH. Looks up-- WHAT THE FUCK.]

Wh-what?! Who--!?

[island-drawing.livejournal.com]

[Have more small children. Namine is jogging over and kneels down next to him. Looks very worried, what if he broke a bone!? ):]

Are you okay?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at herrr.]

Huh..? Uh-- yeah... M'fine. [rubs his forehead, then looks up at his A-Ts.] ... Good, they didn't bust!

html ilu too

[island-drawing.livejournal.com]

You sure? 'Cause that looked like it'd hurt a lot.

[Now she's looking at those skate things.]

Those are weird roller blades. The wheels are huuuuge.

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

I'm used to it! Axel's training was worse.

[starts getting up onto his feet-- er, A-Ts.] You've never seen Air Treck before?

[darksparked.livejournal.com]

[this would be the sound of someone clapping at that landing]

You're in top form, I see.

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[urrrggggh. Gets up to his feet, not at all seeming bothered by the fact that he's on wheels.]

[darksparked.livejournal.com]

[no, don't get up, really. that'd be Replica's foot kicking you right back down again]

What's a runt like you doing on those things, trying to hurt yourself?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[He yelps, but that kind of brings him to his senses, because goddammit, he just got out of getting attacked and here he is being picked on again. Glaring up at you a bit.]

Who are-- [Oh fucking hell. He gets up to his feet again and skates backwards a ways.] I know what I'm doing.