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bulletsncursingFor the mun's easy use and reference.
First Person:
[First things first. While Leon found it all too unbelievable to be Death City, Nevada (was there even such a place!?) he felt pretty sure that somehow D could be behind this. It could just be him making a quick decision from previous experience, but he somehow did feel that anything that had to do with some weird world change would have that man involved.
Well then, time to find out if he was really there. He types:]
hey, have u seen this chinese guy w/ black hair about chin-length? hes got difrent colord eyes, 2. 1 gold n 1 violet. wears rly fancy things for a guy. if my gut’s right he’s prolly set up a pet shop here n sellin his wierd animals to peepl. his name’s count d. know him?
also, is dis death city rly in nevada!?!?! i dnt think the sun has a grin lyk that in ny part of america!
[Well-- at least that’s the extent of his typing.]
Third Person:
Leon scratched his head. That gate was absolutely misleading with its ornamental Oriental motif. He had sworn it was definitely the entrance to Chinatown-- not the entrance to a zoo of all places. Although he did suppose that a place with so many animals should have attracted D. He looked around-- all the animals were safely behind their cages, totally different from how it was in D’s pet shop. For a moment, the sting of memories hit him, remembering how it was for those two years he spent watching D closely, trying to pin him down for crimes. Unconsciously, his fingers moved into his pocket, feeling the edges of that drawing the Count left behind in Los Angeles. He sighed and turned, moving to draw out a cigarette and light it up but something seemed to be amiss.
“D?”
All of a sudden he found himself somewhere dark. He flicked open his lighter, hoping to get a glimpse of the place he was in. But it didn’t take much light to see the great statues bound together in seals and caution tape as well as the evidences of battle and destruction along the walls.
“D? You here?”
Leon asked once more, calling this time as he proceeded though the area. This was all too strange. There was no trace of the heady incense D’s pet shop smelled so much of. Nor was there any sign of animal life that must have been under D’s care. Leon narrowed his eyes, wary of whatever was going on here. With an indignant huff, he lit his cigarette-- but all of a sudden he found himself faced with three screens that came out of nowhere, revealing a red-headed figure. Leon found himself completely in disbelief as he watched the man speak.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph-- this was bound to be crazier than D’s pet shop ever was.
First Person:
[First things first. While Leon found it all too unbelievable to be Death City, Nevada (was there even such a place!?) he felt pretty sure that somehow D could be behind this. It could just be him making a quick decision from previous experience, but he somehow did feel that anything that had to do with some weird world change would have that man involved.
Well then, time to find out if he was really there. He types:]
hey, have u seen this chinese guy w/ black hair about chin-length? hes got difrent colord eyes, 2. 1 gold n 1 violet. wears rly fancy things for a guy. if my gut’s right he’s prolly set up a pet shop here n sellin his wierd animals to peepl. his name’s count d. know him?
also, is dis death city rly in nevada!?!?! i dnt think the sun has a grin lyk that in ny part of america!
[Well-- at least that’s the extent of his typing.]
Third Person:
Leon scratched his head. That gate was absolutely misleading with its ornamental Oriental motif. He had sworn it was definitely the entrance to Chinatown-- not the entrance to a zoo of all places. Although he did suppose that a place with so many animals should have attracted D. He looked around-- all the animals were safely behind their cages, totally different from how it was in D’s pet shop. For a moment, the sting of memories hit him, remembering how it was for those two years he spent watching D closely, trying to pin him down for crimes. Unconsciously, his fingers moved into his pocket, feeling the edges of that drawing the Count left behind in Los Angeles. He sighed and turned, moving to draw out a cigarette and light it up but something seemed to be amiss.
“D?”
All of a sudden he found himself somewhere dark. He flicked open his lighter, hoping to get a glimpse of the place he was in. But it didn’t take much light to see the great statues bound together in seals and caution tape as well as the evidences of battle and destruction along the walls.
“D? You here?”
Leon asked once more, calling this time as he proceeded though the area. This was all too strange. There was no trace of the heady incense D’s pet shop smelled so much of. Nor was there any sign of animal life that must have been under D’s care. Leon narrowed his eyes, wary of whatever was going on here. With an indignant huff, he lit his cigarette-- but all of a sudden he found himself faced with three screens that came out of nowhere, revealing a red-headed figure. Leon found himself completely in disbelief as he watched the man speak.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph-- this was bound to be crazier than D’s pet shop ever was.
