wandering dog [OPEN]

[bewareofdog]

Characters: Goro Majima (bewareofdog) and OPEN.
Setting: Dormitories.
Format: Action, but will do prose.
Summary: Majima wakes up to find that his entire world is destroyed. Quietly, he decides to go for a walk around his new "home."
Warnings: More than a little agitated, let me know if you want to have a fight with him.

[ My entire world is destroyed? Who would believe that shit? But... this seems real enough. A nightmare? Kiryu-chan wouldn't die that easily. 'specially since I'm the one who is gonna kill him. Saejima. Daigo. Majima Family. Tojo Family. All gone? What a joke!

It is more of a shock to hear what has happened that is slowing sinking in for him. He is not raging about, nor trying to destroy what living arrangements that he has. Simply walking around the halls of the dormitories in a lost, dazed state. He has seen outside to believe enough to think that this isn't any place that could be on Earth. How is he supposed to live happily when he knows that those he cares about are dead? When those he has pledged to kill die by some means that wasn't his hand?! Exactly -- what should he do? ]

Comments

[marchwarden]

[ An umbrella? One doubts that umbrellas were invented during the Third Age, but at least Haldir knows what branches are. Still this colorful metaphor doesn't do much to illustrate a well enough picture about the Majima's affiliation with the Tojo.

Not that this matters now, of course. ]

Don't you dare compare the Elves of Lothlórien to food.

[bewareofdog]

So, that's a word for elves?

[marchwarden]

Not precisely, my dimwitted friend.

[ Stifling back a groan that nearly escaped him, Haldir decides to answer the oaf's question to the best of his abilities. ]

The Galadrim is the name of the royal Lothlórien army, a force comprised of Elves of mixed descent. I, myself, is a Silvan Elf better known as a "Wood-elf" amongst your kind.

[bewareofdog]

[ Majima nods once before spitting once more on the ground. His teeth coated a bit with red at this point, but he runs his tongue along them to clean. A few half-hearted nods as he takes a pack of cigarettes out to smoke a bit. Tapping the pack against his hand, he slides one out before it slips into his mouth.

He continues to nod as he pats the front of his jacket to find his lighter. Not sure why he didn't do this sooner to calm down about the world ending. Too shocked, he supposes. Light gotten and lit, he finally puts everything away to answer. ]

Congrats, my pointy-eared chum.

[marchwarden]

[ Stunned to silence by this scoundrel's blatant disrespect, Haldir suddenly takes a step forward and reaches to snatch Majima up by his collar. ]

Do you wish to test my patience, you worthless hound?

[bewareofdog]

Hound... close to what I used to be called.

[ He makes a soft tsking sound at being grabbed, but doesn't move out of the way just yet. ]

I mean it, though. Congrats. You lead those people, right? It's somethin' to be proud of, but don't expect me to be fawning over it.

[marchwarden]

You'll remain just a mere "hound" until you see it right to call me by name, Majima.

[ Haldir was half expecting this man to throw down the gauntlet and fight, but surprisingly---no such thing happened. Instead, Majima simply gazed back at him coolly with defiance. ]

...You annoy me.

[ He let's Majima go. ]

Call me by name or don't waste your breath talking to me. I possess little fondness for nicknames.

[bewareofdog]

I'd rather be called "Mad Dog," then.

[ He shrugs his shoulders -- in a manner that is around the same as "join the club" in so few words. At least, now that his collar is free, he can return to smoking. The end had gotten a little low while he waited to be released and taps it a few times to let the ash fall on the floor between them. ]

Certainly quite a bit of love for yer name, but eh, I'll respect that. I ain't even mad, Haldir. Not at you, anyway. No point in gettin' all bothered at the wrong person right now. [ It is odd how he is calming down now. And without Kiryu to knock the sense back into him. He snickers as he takes a small drag of his cigarette. ]

That's what yer upset about, too, isn't it?

[marchwarden]

[ Trying desperately to figure out why he hadn't turned away yet, Haldir actually stands there and observes the hound as he smokes that awful smelling pipe. He never seen anything like a cigarette before until now, especially such inventions had yet to come about in his medieval realm, much like firearms. Haldir watched Majima with a hint of wonder in his gaze until the lowly scoundrel spoke.

Soon that gleam of admiration shifted back to annoyance. ]

...I suppose.

[ He reluctantly answered. ]

There's other reasons behind my foul mood but you hadn't helped make it any better.

[bewareofdog]

Oy, oy...

[ His stance changes as he crouches down with his arms spread wide in a look of utter confusion. ]

I ain't your prom date, or courtin' ya, Haldir. I ain't about to stroke yer ego so I can stroke yer panties later. No reason to make it better for you. But ya helped my mood out so maybe that's a small reason. Hm. [ Majima straightens his posture as he smokes a bit more on his cigarette, thoughtful. ]

[marchwarden]

[ Out of all the foul name calling and vulgar language Haldir has heard since arriving in this god forsaken tower, the Elf has never been so mortified in all his years. How dare this pompous ass of a donkey talk to him such a disgusting manner. The marchwarden was utterly beside himself as he thought of kicking some sense into Majima. His urge to kick this man was great, but it was the strength of the Valar themselves that stopped him from doing so.

Therefore, instead of attempting to kill Majima, Haldir turns hastily to leave. ]

Amin feuya ten' lle!

[ He shouted as he quickly walked away. ]

[bewareofdog]

[ His arms drop as he dramatically frowns in a disappointed manner at the Elf in question. He opens his arms almost like he is surrendering, before finally yelling back. ]

To yer mother with that tongue!

[ While he may not understand what was said to him, he knew that he was being insulted. Or at the very least yelled at about his comment. Another shrug before he decides that he's woken up enough from his stupor to be able to start really walking around and getting to know his new residence.

Not home. Never home. ]