Tito Rodriguez (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
see_wolf_run) wrote2012-11-06 03:43 pm
see_wolf_run) wrote2012-11-06 03:43 pm
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1st Full Moon [Action/Voice]
[When Tito awakes, he finds that he not only has his head in a sink, but he is also covered in several small slips of paper. And, being that he clearly remembers falling asleep in his bed last night, covered in blankets, the shock of this rude awakening is definitely pretty significant.
And so, a yowl and a crash sound throughout this here bathroom as he scrambles to try to figure out what in the world is going on and he only succeeds in tripping over a toilet. And then there is a pretty major pain shooting through what he is thinking is his shoulder blade but shoulder blades should not hurt that much and where is his shirt and where did these pants come from and what is going on oh god.
This is not a good start to his day.]
[Eventually, Tito finds his way into the village proper and makes his way around to try to find where everything is. The entire time, he looks like he's expecting someone or something to jump out and attack him. Because, hey, let's face it, maybe something will. This is some weird place where strange people stick wings on your back and then set you running around loose in only pants.
Which is the most major problem here. No shirt just means it's way too obvious how skinny and scarred he is, and that's making him entirely too self-conscious. Need a shirt, need a shirt. After that, time to find a clinic to see if there's any kind of wing pain killer. Wings have no business hurting so badly, in his opinion.
It's fairly late in the evening before he's retreated into the Welcome Center, finding a nice corner to flip through the Beginner's Guide. And once he's read through it, he tentatively starts a message over the journal.]
[Voice]
Uh... hello? Am I doing this right? Can anyone hear me? I... [Pause. He clears his throat.] My name's Tito. I, uh. I guess I'm new here? I mean, if this isn't all some kind of really weird dream.
[Because he would really be relieved if he woke up in his own bed right about now.]
Uh. This's gonna sound a little weird, I know, but I didn't see one earlier... Is there a pet shop around here anywhere? Or somewhere that would have stuff for, y'know. For dogs? [Crap, that's saying too much. Abort, abort!] I mean, uh, I saw that pets from back home can show up here and if the family dog's gonna show up, I. I'd prefer not to just... y'know... Not have anything ready for him.
[Lame, Rodriguez. So lame. Like people won't look at you weird for that. Small cough.]
Thanks ahead of time.
And so, a yowl and a crash sound throughout this here bathroom as he scrambles to try to figure out what in the world is going on and he only succeeds in tripping over a toilet. And then there is a pretty major pain shooting through what he is thinking is his shoulder blade but shoulder blades should not hurt that much and where is his shirt and where did these pants come from and what is going on oh god.
This is not a good start to his day.]
[Eventually, Tito finds his way into the village proper and makes his way around to try to find where everything is. The entire time, he looks like he's expecting someone or something to jump out and attack him. Because, hey, let's face it, maybe something will. This is some weird place where strange people stick wings on your back and then set you running around loose in only pants.
Which is the most major problem here. No shirt just means it's way too obvious how skinny and scarred he is, and that's making him entirely too self-conscious. Need a shirt, need a shirt. After that, time to find a clinic to see if there's any kind of wing pain killer. Wings have no business hurting so badly, in his opinion.
It's fairly late in the evening before he's retreated into the Welcome Center, finding a nice corner to flip through the Beginner's Guide. And once he's read through it, he tentatively starts a message over the journal.]
[Voice]
Uh... hello? Am I doing this right? Can anyone hear me? I... [Pause. He clears his throat.] My name's Tito. I, uh. I guess I'm new here? I mean, if this isn't all some kind of really weird dream.
[Because he would really be relieved if he woke up in his own bed right about now.]
Uh. This's gonna sound a little weird, I know, but I didn't see one earlier... Is there a pet shop around here anywhere? Or somewhere that would have stuff for, y'know. For dogs? [Crap, that's saying too much. Abort, abort!] I mean, uh, I saw that pets from back home can show up here and if the family dog's gonna show up, I. I'd prefer not to just... y'know... Not have anything ready for him.
[Lame, Rodriguez. So lame. Like people won't look at you weird for that. Small cough.]
Thanks ahead of time.
[voice]
[Sort of true. The main family hound has been around forever, but that old dog is so ancient that all he really does is lounge on the porch anymore. And he's more Tito's sister's dog. But it's inspired him to sound slightly more convincing, at least.]
It's just. Kinda weird without him running around everywhere, y'know?
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I'm not sure. Someone mentioned the item shop, so I guess I'll look there. I'd hate to try to make it myself.
[Mainly because he really doesn't like working with raw meat anymore.]
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