[at least this time, clifford thinks as he wakes up in an unfamiliar place for the second time in a month, he's wearing all his clothes. it's a pretty small consolation considering he doesn't remember leaving home the night before, but it's the only one he can find as he pushes himself up to a sitting position on the dusty ground and gets a good look at his surroundings.]
What the fuck? [he says as he takes in the tall stone walls of an arena that he's really goddamn sure podunk doesn't have, and then a rustle of movement in the high shadows draws his gaze up, then up, then up, and...] What the fuck.
[he's underground, how the hell did he end up underground?]
city.
[cliff stalks through the streets of hadriel with his hands shoved in the pocket of his jacket and the hood pulled down low over his face in a very concentrated effort to avoid meeting anyone's gaze, on the off chance that somebody might want to talk to him, or something else stupid like that.
he hasn't found oscar yet, but he knows the guy has to be around here somewhere, because seriously, none of this weird shit ever happened in podunk before oscar moved in, was the dude cursed or something? almost as if summoned by cliff thinking of him, oscar's voice rings out from a couple streets over. the only problem? he's fucking screaming.]
Shit!
[cliff scrapes his right palm up good taking a corner too fast when he has to throw his hand up against a wall to steady himself, but he doesn't slow down at all until he's standing alone in a dead end street and oscar isn't anywhere to be seen but there's one of those fucking birds again perched high up above his head crying plaintively for him in oscar's voice. even knowing it isn't oscar, the sound sort of sends a chill down clifford's spine.
he goes sort of blind with rage for a moment, before swooping down to palm a sizable stone at his feet and winging it at the bird.] I'm gonna tear your fucking wings off you piece of shit!
clifford norman | ota
[at least this time, clifford thinks as he wakes up in an unfamiliar place for the second time in a month, he's wearing all his clothes. it's a pretty small consolation considering he doesn't remember leaving home the night before, but it's the only one he can find as he pushes himself up to a sitting position on the dusty ground and gets a good look at his surroundings.]
What the fuck? [he says as he takes in the tall stone walls of an arena that he's really goddamn sure podunk doesn't have, and then a rustle of movement in the high shadows draws his gaze up, then up, then up, and...] What the fuck.
[he's underground, how the hell did he end up underground?]
city.
[cliff stalks through the streets of hadriel with his hands shoved in the pocket of his jacket and the hood pulled down low over his face in a very concentrated effort to avoid meeting anyone's gaze, on the off chance that somebody might want to talk to him, or something else stupid like that.
he hasn't found oscar yet, but he knows the guy has to be around here somewhere, because seriously, none of this weird shit ever happened in podunk before oscar moved in, was the dude cursed or something? almost as if summoned by cliff thinking of him, oscar's voice rings out from a couple streets over. the only problem? he's fucking screaming.]
Shit!
[cliff scrapes his right palm up good taking a corner too fast when he has to throw his hand up against a wall to steady himself, but he doesn't slow down at all until he's standing alone in a dead end street and oscar isn't anywhere to be seen but there's one of those fucking birds again perched high up above his head crying plaintively for him in oscar's voice. even knowing it isn't oscar, the sound sort of sends a chill down clifford's spine.
he goes sort of blind with rage for a moment, before swooping down to palm a sizable stone at his feet and winging it at the bird.] I'm gonna tear your fucking wings off you piece of shit!