sixwordstories | (no subject)

Current Mood: cranky
Current Location: *walking down a path by himself..errr...itself*

(no subject)

Feeling a tiny bit lost here..

Why ya feelin' lost?

*what is standing there appears to be a hand with no body, though there is a ..tiny face in the palm*

*as the mouth opened, an aged sounding voice issued from the mouth*

Got a bit..dislocated, one might say..

*Jumps and shrieks, because, well, that's not something you see often... if ever.*

Ya don't . . . Uh, where didja last see da rest o' ya?

Heh heh heh. *the way he's cackling sounds disturbingly like an old, rather perverted man* What's wrong, missy? Never see a symbiot before?

Bein carried away by several large men after I was cut off and thrown into a lake. Damned inconsiderate, the whole lot of em.

Wuts ah symbiot? *Crosses arms over her chest, feeling a little put off by the hand, giving her attitude.*

So ya was cut off an' ya don't know who took de rest o' ya? What why did dey go?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only