Chilchuck had lost count of how many passes he had taken to make it through but-- with glitter clinging to his short cropped hair and sand spilling out from his uncomfortably heavy boots, he heaved a sigh when he realized where he was.]
Dammit. I screwed up the timing again!
[His voice was as small as he was, but carried the weight and frustration of a certain level of worldliness that wasn't reflected on his wide-eyed, youthful face. He shook his head and raked his fingers through his hair to try to release some of the glitter before sighing and turning to the other person in the room with him.]
There's a key in one of the torches. If we can choke out the fire, we can get it without hurting ourselves.
Glitter Bomb
[Although he knew that the other options offered different possibilities, Chilchuck was the pragmatic type who preferred the dangers he knew over the dangers that he didn't know. Once more he entered the hellhole of sticky honey and itchy, distracting, blindingly bright glitter and just.... accepted his fate.
If the crazies responsible demanded that their captives be coated in the ridiculous stuff... then so be it. At least it was Mostly Harmless.
Once inside, he started knocking on the walls and tapping the floor with his feet for a difference in sound.]
There's a door somewhere in here. All this shiny stuff makes it hard to keep track of where, though. Just stick close, okay?
Blood
[He hadn't made it this far before, and Chilchuck was caught at the crossroads of decision. Not knowing what to expect, he had picked the first door he laid eyes on-- as any sensible person would, right?
Upon seeing the rope, a hopeful smile lit his face.]
Oh, we just have to climb? That's easy!
Bathhouse
[The hot water was a welcome relief after the glittery, sandy, and bloody dungeon that they had been caught in, and Chilchuck was content enough to soak in the warm baths and wash away the muck. Ignoring people was usually easy-- but the comments about how small he was and questions about why a child had been brought to the desert town, all coming from an unknown source, was the last straw.
Ducking deeper into the bath, so that only his nose and eyes were above the water line, he grumbled:]
Chilchuck Tims | DunMeshi
[How many times...?
Chilchuck had lost count of how many passes he had taken to make it through but-- with glitter clinging to his short cropped hair and sand spilling out from his uncomfortably heavy boots, he heaved a sigh when he realized where he was.]
Dammit. I screwed up the timing again!
[His voice was as small as he was, but carried the weight and frustration of a certain level of worldliness that wasn't reflected on his wide-eyed, youthful face. He shook his head and raked his fingers through his hair to try to release some of the glitter before sighing and turning to the other person in the room with him.]
There's a key in one of the torches. If we can choke out the fire, we can get it without hurting ourselves.
Glitter Bomb
[Although he knew that the other options offered different possibilities, Chilchuck was the pragmatic type who preferred the dangers he knew over the dangers that he didn't know. Once more he entered the hellhole of sticky honey and itchy, distracting, blindingly bright glitter and just.... accepted his fate.
If the crazies responsible demanded that their captives be coated in the ridiculous stuff... then so be it. At least it was Mostly Harmless.
Once inside, he started knocking on the walls and tapping the floor with his feet for a difference in sound.]
There's a door somewhere in here. All this shiny stuff makes it hard to keep track of where, though. Just stick close, okay?
Blood
[He hadn't made it this far before, and Chilchuck was caught at the crossroads of decision. Not knowing what to expect, he had picked the first door he laid eyes on-- as any sensible person would, right?
Upon seeing the rope, a hopeful smile lit his face.]
Oh, we just have to climb? That's easy!
Bathhouse
[The hot water was a welcome relief after the glittery, sandy, and bloody dungeon that they had been caught in, and Chilchuck was content enough to soak in the warm baths and wash away the muck. Ignoring people was usually easy-- but the comments about how small he was and questions about why a child had been brought to the desert town, all coming from an unknown source, was the last straw.
Ducking deeper into the bath, so that only his nose and eyes were above the water line, he grumbled:]
Shut up already, I'm not a kid!