SAMPLES First Person: [Well, the Kid's doin' what he normally does: greetin' others with all the grace of a misplaced security turret. This time he's covered nearly head-to-toe in soot, and smoke obscures most of the screen. If someone squints, they can see what looks like the burning wreckage of a car in the background. The Kid might also be hiding a match somewhere in those fingers of his.]
So these contraptions don't quite like being put to fire. Dunno how you folks manage to make these in the first place. [He looks back at the wreck before turning back to the screen.] So, erm...this'll take a mite to fix. No worries. I'll see if I can't put it on some water or something. [The car decides to help the Kid's point along by suddenly bursting back into flames and making the screen fade to static.]
Third Person:
The Kid never liked sitting still that much, even though rest was usually something he needed. He was still getting used to the idea of peace after remembering the Calamity and everything that happened to the Bastion...he remembered Rucks, Zia, Zulf, all of the Ura and what he did to make where he was possible. The fact that he hadn't seen or talked to anyone vaguely Caelondian was making him wonder if it really was the right choice after all. This wasn't helping the fact that what was supposed to be him resting on his new home's couch was turning into him tossing and turning like he was having another nightmare. Kid took a deep breath before turning his head towards the rest of the couch.
"Too quiet," The Kid mumbles to himself, a rare moment of him speaking without being provoked by someone. As quiet as the house was, he was almost starting to miss the Caelondian hustle-and-bustle of keeping the Rippling Walls together in one piece. Finally, he'd shift and sit up to rub his eyes a little before standing up on his feet. Kid supposed he could get a bite to eat...maybe somethin' to drink. It'd probably take the edge off. Just as he was thinking that and took a step forward, he'd suddenly trip and fall onto the carpet, landing on the back of his head. Didn't hurt him too bad since he was used to taking much worse falls, but it'd make his head turn and look up at the culprit.
"...oh." Several bottles of booze, in fact. He'd sigh. Oh, right. That's why he was so restless. The Kid had already gone on a binge not even a few hours before, and him feeling uneasy was the early onset of the 'good feelings' burning out. He'd estimate he'd have a splitting headache in a few minutes.
Kid just lays there with a grumpy look on his face, trying to decide what to do when work and booze fail him in the same day.
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Re: The Kid | Bastion | Reserved (3/3)
First Person: [Well, the Kid's doin' what he normally does: greetin' others with all the grace of a misplaced security turret. This time he's covered nearly head-to-toe in soot, and smoke obscures most of the screen. If someone squints, they can see what looks like the burning wreckage of a car in the background. The Kid might also be hiding a match somewhere in those fingers of his.]
So these contraptions don't quite like being put to fire. Dunno how you folks manage to make these in the first place. [He looks back at the wreck before turning back to the screen.] So, erm...this'll take a mite to fix. No worries. I'll see if I can't put it on some water or something. [The car decides to help the Kid's point along by suddenly bursting back into flames and making the screen fade to static.]
Third Person:
The Kid never liked sitting still that much, even though rest was usually something he needed. He was still getting used to the idea of peace after remembering the Calamity and everything that happened to the Bastion...he remembered Rucks, Zia, Zulf, all of the Ura and what he did to make where he was possible. The fact that he hadn't seen or talked to anyone vaguely Caelondian was making him wonder if it really was the right choice after all. This wasn't helping the fact that what was supposed to be him resting on his new home's couch was turning into him tossing and turning like he was having another nightmare. Kid took a deep breath before turning his head towards the rest of the couch.
"Too quiet," The Kid mumbles to himself, a rare moment of him speaking without being provoked by someone. As quiet as the house was, he was almost starting to miss the Caelondian hustle-and-bustle of keeping the Rippling Walls together in one piece. Finally, he'd shift and sit up to rub his eyes a little before standing up on his feet. Kid supposed he could get a bite to eat...maybe somethin' to drink. It'd probably take the edge off. Just as he was thinking that and took a step forward, he'd suddenly trip and fall onto the carpet, landing on the back of his head. Didn't hurt him too bad since he was used to taking much worse falls, but it'd make his head turn and look up at the culprit.
"...oh." Several bottles of booze, in fact. He'd sigh. Oh, right. That's why he was so restless. The Kid had already gone on a binge not even a few hours before, and him feeling uneasy was the early onset of the 'good feelings' burning out. He'd estimate he'd have a splitting headache in a few minutes.
Kid just lays there with a grumpy look on his face, trying to decide what to do when work and booze fail him in the same day.
OTHER
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