goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Failure)
Vash the Stampede ([personal profile] goldenglasses) wrote2010-09-24 01:07 pm

[Action]

[Vash had just finished raiding his fridge and made himself a ham sandwich. It was perfect. Cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and plenty of ham! He set it on the table and with a smile on his face he was just about to sit down and enjoy this tasty meal when - Poof!

He found himself falling backwards into the nothingness where his chair should have been. What was worse? He found himself falling head over heels off of someone’s roof.]
GAHHHHHHHH! [Luckily Vash’s coat snags on the gutter so instead of falling to the ground, he’s stuck hanging upside from the roof. Whose roof? Maybe your roof!]

What the hell was th-snore. [And Vash is out. Come find the sleeping gunman hanging somewhere? He’ll be teleporting more than this, so maybe you’ll find him sleeping in your bed, next to the fountain, in a tree, or maybe in your lap! Just tell me where you’d like to find him or I’ll make something up - just go for it and have fun!

Oh and Wolfwood? He‘s going to be very displeased if he finds you ate his sandwich when he finally comes home.]

(OOC: And if he shows up in your home (or on it) I'm cool with housemates or just anyone really threadjacking! The more the merrier right?)
notabluesbro: ([Exasperated] You're too much for me)

[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-09-24 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[...

Job's done. Wolfwood sits down with his journal and flips all relaxed-like through it.]


I don't know, you probably hit it being a moron. What did I tell you about climbing high crap when you're always falling asleep?
notabluesbro: ([Worried] That's not a flesh wound.)

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[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-09-24 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
...Making sandwiches in trees, huh?

You really expect me to think y—
notabluesbro: ([Surprise] DSFJHDKFHJ WHAT'S THAT)

[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-09-24 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[And poof, he's gone. :(]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[With a loud clatter and crash, Jack steps out into the main room of the house from the bathroom, a small trail of toilet paper sticking to his sandalless foot. He is soot and dirt covered, hair undone and very mussed, eyes looking weary and almost crazed, missing one sandal, and now has one leg wet. He pauses, unsure of where he is.] Ummm, hello?

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack looks around the room, finding the kitchen rather intriguing.] Is anyone home?
[He walks around the kitchen until he draws to a pause, a sandwich sitting upon the table.]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The samurai peered at the sandwich, lifting an edge of the bread to examine the contents. Still rather fresh. Whoever made it would not have wandered far...] HELLO?
[With it rather obvious no one was home, Jack moved to the window and opened the curtains. He might as well try to find out where he is if he was truly lost.]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack's eyes grew wide in surprise, causing him to jump back. After a moment's thought, he paused and checked out the window again, his brows settling into a look of disbelief.] How...?

[Somehow, the red-coated, porcupine-haired man who was just one of many to assault the samurai's tent was dangling from yet ANOTHER tree.]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack smacked a hand against his own face, running it slowly down in disbelief, leaving a trail of dirt and mud to the point he almost looked tribal in nature. He could not leave him up there...but he was out of reach. Peering at the sandwich, Jack sighed and bundled it in a small kitchen towel. He stepped outside and looked at the tree, his face falling even more lined in utter amazement at this man's aptitude in getting caught in trees.]

Excuse me, sir? I have this sandwich here...it would be a shame if its maker could not eat it...

[Jack held up the sandwich in its safe bundle, dangling it back and forth slightly.]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sighed and peered around. What was it that he and the cross-carrying man had said earlier at his ruined tent? He calls out loudly in a rather staged voice:] Ahem--oh, no, an evil demon is about to eat this helpless...[Jack uncovers the sandwich.]...delicious sandwich!

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[A smug look appeared on Jack's face, similar to when the Scotsman lost his bagpipe. Jack spoke loudly to no one in particular:] Oh, hello, priest, that cross you are carrying seems very heavy. Perhaps a sandwich would help refresh you? I found it in your kitchen...