001! Wherein dumb things may happen. [ OPEN ]

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bart Allen/Impulse, and YOUR MAJESTIC SELF.
Setting: IN YOUR ROOM.
Format: Starting with brackets. Anything is fine.
Summary: Impulse is poking his head inside your room. What more do you need?
Warnings: None.



[ Did you lock your door? If that's a 'No', a teenager with wild hair and a silly-looking costume has just burst in. If that's a 'Yes', that same teenager is now phasing his head right through the door and peering inside. ]

Is this the exit? The layout of this place sure is weird.

[ It's quite clear that this boy is trying to get out, and what better way to do that than open every door until an exit manifests itself? ]

Comments

[hemocidal.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee doesn't respond at first except to look around vaguely.]

. . . Uuuuuh, is it? I don't motherfucking know, man, it could be.

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Nah, this isn't it. I'm guessing you're my roommate, huh?

[hemocidal.livejournal.com]

Motherfuck, if you say so then I guess that be the fucking business we in together. Ain't never had a hivemate before. What's your handle my brother?

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Handle?

You mean those names that people use when they talk to each other on a computer?