Fuuya Okudaira (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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heartlandresort2013-12-05 06:19 pm
esperrobin) wrote in heartlandresort2013-12-05 06:19 pm
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nan desu ka
Stop right there--!
[ this being the point at which he bursts through the door, strikes a pose very briefly with his cape flapping in the gentle breeze from the fan to the right, eyes up the adversary and readies himself for battle;
except that this is sort of definitively not the studio. it's a little (a lot) more like a deserted main street, with exactly zero cameras or set pieces or even screaming fans.
(the last part is a relief more than anything)
much at a loss for what to do next, and faced with the total lack of any familiar faces, he falls back on information he's gathered from his time as robin: that it's really fun to prank child actors sometimes. ]
Guys...? W-was there a page of the script I missed?
[ this being the point at which he bursts through the door, strikes a pose very briefly with his cape flapping in the gentle breeze from the fan to the right, eyes up the adversary and readies himself for battle;
except that this is sort of definitively not the studio. it's a little (a lot) more like a deserted main street, with exactly zero cameras or set pieces or even screaming fans.
(the last part is a relief more than anything)
much at a loss for what to do next, and faced with the total lack of any familiar faces, he falls back on information he's gathered from his time as robin: that it's really fun to prank child actors sometimes. ]
Guys...? W-was there a page of the script I missed?
until heartland icons are made this will have to do
His coat is zipped closed entirely -- with a high collar like his, it covers his mouth -- and the distinct scent of copper and cooked meat hangs around him.]
no subject
(there's the barest familiarity in what he can see of the other's face but he can't pin a name to it just yet) ]
E-excuse me--!
[ adopts a very robin stance of 'help everyone you can'; he moves closer, if a little tentatively (elects to breathe through his mouth because what is that smell) ]
Are you all right...?
1/2
I'm...
no subject
He looks around him (very carefully turning his torso rather than his head) and his eyes widen.]
Where--this isn't right.
He was taking me to...
no subject
(and feels terrible for being ever so slightly glad that this isn't something he's going through alone) ]
It's crazy the wrong turns people can make sometimes, right?
[ he laughs, forced and awkward, because as much as he'd like to just joke about it it's not exactly easy to do so. ]