( 1st banana peel ✘ intro )

[benchguin]

Characters: fudou akio (benchguin)
Setting: floor 14 - media room OR some hallway
Format: can be whatever!
Summary: fudou wakes up after his joyous arrival and does his thing.
Warnings: jerk being a jerk, but that's about it.

[ OPTION A: media room ]

[ Like all newcomers, rather than feeling welcomed, they felt other mix of emotions instead and wow, were these tights hella ugly.  (Not even someone with bad fashion sense like Fudou would wear it.  Thank god).  Finding his soccer uniform in his designated trunk, he immediately changed and set off to recon this shithole he was spirited away to.  And he wasn't happy while doing it.  So unhappy, it was bound to affect his choice of wording more than it usually did, and while he peeked into the media room to see the back of a person casually doing their thing, he did just that. 

Look at that loser.  Happily playing games and listening to music like they had no care in the world.  Didn't they have any sense of dignity?  Only losers gave up their situation to do whatever they wanted.  The type he hated the most. ]

Must be nice, relaxing and (watching TV/playing games/etc.) all day.  Guess you must really like it here.

[ OPTION B: some hallway ]

[ If one happened to walk around some hallway during the right time, they will hear strange thumping sounds against the walls.  And it sounded like it was on the move.  The noise resonates closer and closer until:

ONE:  You don't care cause you happen to be an idiot so you keep walking until a soccer ball hits you right in the face.  Or the groin, or whatever destiny chooses.  If you expect an apology, you won't get any...  In the sincere form, anyway.

TWO:  Congratulations!  You intercepted the ball at some point and in some way!  Looks like you have some kind of skill at least.  He applauds your greatness.  Only not, cause you're rude to interrupt his training, how dare you.  God bless whatever direction this choice goes for the two of them...

THREE:  ???  For the possibility of something else occurring... ]

Comments

b-2 punches you

[kickspenguins]

[Sup, Sakuma's off to his favourite place to sulk when suddenly there's a soccer ball flying in his direction. By instinct, he jumps up and traps the ball on his chest and lets it drop down to the ground neatly. He lands next to it and puts a foot on top of it.

The only people he knows who owns soccer balls in this place are his friends and he's... kind of avoiding them at the moment do he wonders if he should run before the see him--]

wow you're my first tagger i feel so special

[benchguin]

[ Considering how there was no lame yelp and a thud when the ball stopped, Fudou could safely assume there was someone in this tower who had some experience with handling the ball. Not that they were going to play buddy-buddy soccer times anytime soon. It was just something worth noting. ]

Good job. [ A... compliment? Not very sincere of him, though. ] Now could you give the ball back--

[ Except he already knew this person. He stops in place, and looks genuinely surprised for a moment. ]

...Sakuma.

you better feel special X(

[kickspenguins]

[As soon as the ball's owner speaks, he knows it's not the people he's avoiding but he's not sure if this is any better. Although they've come to an understanding of sorts after the Mr. K incident, this is still Fudou.]

Fudou? Wait, since when were you here?

yes because you love me *A*

[benchguin]

[ Usually, Fudou wouldn't bother explaining himself when asked, but just this once, it would be an exception. How nice of him. ]

A while ago. [ He's very specific too. ] But looks like you've been here longer...

[ Eyeing that hair of yours, Sakuma. Bad hair day? Break up with Kidou your girlfriend? ]

B - 3 forgive me alice-chan i'm sleepy

[pengeen]

[Well, rather then getting hit with the ball or intercepting, Kidou just leaves to go see what the noise was and oh. He recognizes that ugly mohawk anywhere.]

...Fudou? [He's just going to stand there and stare for a moment.]

i'm not sure what to say to you anymore

[benchguin]

[ No worse than his sad excuse of a rag mop, to be honest. Good thing Fudou met Sakuma previously though. Now nothing will surprise him. ]

Glad to know the whole gang's been locked up. [ After a brief glance, he bounces the ball on his knee, continuing his practice. ]

wow you're so rude it's no wonder you play fudou so well (unsure)

[pengeen]

[Wow shut up his dreads are pretty fabulous????]

When did you arrive here? [Seriously where the fuck did you come from???]

B1

[chainsawn]

[ Yup, Urotsuki has no idea what the sound is. And she's sort of used to random sounds out of nowhere, so she doesn't particularly pay attention to it. She just keeps walking on and--

... soccer ball right in the face. The force is enough to make her stumble over backwards and fall onto the floor on her butt. ]

[benchguin]

[ Whoops... Sounds like he accidentally hit something. As he approaches the scene of the crime, Fudou looks down at Urotsuki, not exactly sure what to think. Well, it's not like he killed someone or anything. ]

Oy... you didn't die or anything, did you?

[chainsawn]

[ Nope, she's still alive, although she's rubbing her face first as if that will make the pain go away - then she stares at the boy, blinking as if she's still trying to realise what just happened. ]

I don't think I'm dead..

b2!

[cullscuttlefish]

[What do you do when you've been practicing soccer with Genda and a ball comes flying towards your face? You grin, catch it, then look around for its owner so you can throw it back in.]

Hey, whose is this?

[benchguin]

It's mine.

[ He approaches her with hands on his hips while eyeing her with a "more like what the fuck are you gurl" look. But aside from her weird looks, he could only assume that this girl had stopped his ball. ]

[cullscuttlefish]

[She grins, tossing the ball back.]

So you play soccer too?

Ah, sorry, sorry! I should fintroduce myshellf. I'm Feferi.

a

[grislytragedian]

[This loser happens to be watching a movie. Something incredibly incredibly graphic judging by the amount of gore and carnage on the screen right now. Yup. Definitely a slasher, no doubt about that.]

[He turns his head just a little to see if the voice was even addressing him. Wow, where does this kid get off?]

Yeah, it is kind of nice. It would be even nicer without interruptions though, to tell you the truth.

[benchguin]

[ Oh yeah, he sees that triggering content. And he's even less impressed now. But don't worry, he's always like this. ]

My bad, my bad. Guess I didn't realize the guy was just as screwed up as the tower he settled in.

[grislytragedian]

[Eyeroll.]

Yeah because my choice in movies is so totally indicative of my mental state. That's the only factor at work here, yup. You guessed it.

A

[chronomancer]

[The troll currently sprawled on the couch, arms hooked on the back, turned his head slightly to give Fudou a look, sunglasses - seriously, sunglasses in doors? - gleaming a tad threateningly. Kid, you don't understand the week-month-year-life Eridan has had. You do not step into his happy movie time with that shitty attitude and start talking crap.]

Kindly go fuck yourself on something sharp an' painful.

[benchguin]

[ The fact that there are more idiots (aka. Kidou) who wore dark eye wear indoors makes Fudou even more insufferable. Only not really, but seriously what is wrong with you losers. ]

Hmph, that's a nice mouth on you, horn freak. Maybe you should do the same with the assets on your head.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan stares at him for a moment, utterly unamused.]

Seriously, this is a thing you do. Randomly walk up to people and be a jackass. Nice.

[He snorts and turns back to stare at the screen.]

Now go do it to someone who doesn't have a gun and no qualms about shooting idiots.

b3!

[goldendays]

[It's a whole new world we live in doodoododoododo it's a whole new place.....You get the point.

So Hibiki's just strolling through the halls, humming a little singsong to himself with his Typhlosion padding along next to him. In his happy little bubble, this kid's totally oblivious to his surroundings--it's just a hallway and no one in sight so he can afford to be just a little out of it...right?

But a thumping sound snaps him out of it, where is it coming from? He looks left, then right, behind him maybe? Nope...so he turns around again, ready to just shrug it off and continue on his merry way when he sees a soccer ball head straight for his face!!

Hibiki's paralyzed and can't move.
Typhlosion uses ember! (and saves his dumb trainer from doom, good boy!)

The ball falls to the ground, smoking and a bit charred, but not destroyed! Hopefully the owner won't be too mad with him..]

[benchguin]

[ And it's super effective! Fudou can't help but gape a little as he seemingly and quietly mourns the loss of his ball. ]

You're kidding me... oy...

[goldendays]

U-uh....sorry about that! Typhlosion didn't mean it? [Well, oops. If it makes you feel any better, Typhlosion really didn't mean it! Hibiki's just standing around awkward, hoping the other boy won't get mad. He goes and picks up the ball with his fingertips--its still a little hot, but not too baaaad.]

It's still good! Just really, really, really brown!

b2 d u h

[whatpenguin]

[By "intercept" you mean catch it and give Fudou a funny look, right?]

That was rather weak for someone like you.

[And Genda doesn't seem to be in the greatest mood for someone like him.]

[benchguin]

[ WOW GENDA. Don't make him throw another banana peel at you now... ]

What?! [ He's not in the greatest mood either, but tries to appear collected for the moment. ]

Heh... I wasn't even playing seriously. You must be the one getting rusty, Genda.

[whatpenguin]

... I guess it could be. This place does a number on the people here, after all.

[You know what - have a smile. Even if it looks. Pretty tired...]

I'm glad to see you unharmed, at least.