07-09-2018, 07:55 PM
Boyyy, does this place look fucked up. Whatever this place is of course. Chromeo has actually never been to an island, but he's definitely seen the ocean before and has fond memories of his dude bro owner taking him there quite often, even after his legs got smashed into smithreens. So he's gotten a little sentimental on old times and wanted to go check this place out just to reminisce on the shore, but who can do that when it looks like nature threw a rockstar hotel party? His sharp blue gaze flickers around, looking back to the land strip he crossed over this evening then back to the ugly mess on the beach. Crumpled leaves, murky water, litter, sharp shells, and sticks- so many sticks. He's tempted but the last thing he needs is to get bogged down in some soggy sand. Meo doubts that it would be easy to get Ghost to help him out when they're still on a rocky level of vague understanding and really, what was he doing being so sappy anyway? His owner? Dude's old news now. Chromeo's liberated, and his new crew is way more bomb ass with Ghost around. Speaking of Ghost so much, where did he wander off to?
The mutt eases back from the sand's edge, wheels on his dog style wheelchair squeaking lightly with their multicolor chrome rims glinting in the fading sun. They're too bright, obnoxious, and he loves that. The dog moves back a bit more then, trying to turn around, and is jostled when he runs over a broken log. He keeps going, mean mugging the wood for daring to muck his rig, before he manages to complete his semicircle and can walk forward again. "Ghost...?" Ew. He's not a scared little puppy, try again. "Hey Ghost!" He's sure the big man knows his name by now but any excuse to be loud is a good enough one for him. Pulling his head back, Chromeo let's forth a howl that sounds pretty damn cool if he does say so himself. So he's howling and not really thinking about the fact that he could be attracting attention with his noise or even that he could be in someone else's territory. That's because he expects groups of animals to live with humans or divided species like on Animal Planet, not a grab bag of them living in this weather ravaged dump. He has to stop shortly however to cough a little and take a deep breath. Humid but fresh air is so strange for lungs more used to the stink of weed and sticky sweet energy drinks pushed around by a humidifier.
The mutt eases back from the sand's edge, wheels on his dog style wheelchair squeaking lightly with their multicolor chrome rims glinting in the fading sun. They're too bright, obnoxious, and he loves that. The dog moves back a bit more then, trying to turn around, and is jostled when he runs over a broken log. He keeps going, mean mugging the wood for daring to muck his rig, before he manages to complete his semicircle and can walk forward again. "Ghost...?" Ew. He's not a scared little puppy, try again. "Hey Ghost!" He's sure the big man knows his name by now but any excuse to be loud is a good enough one for him. Pulling his head back, Chromeo let's forth a howl that sounds pretty damn cool if he does say so himself. So he's howling and not really thinking about the fact that he could be attracting attention with his noise or even that he could be in someone else's territory. That's because he expects groups of animals to live with humans or divided species like on Animal Planet, not a grab bag of them living in this weather ravaged dump. He has to stop shortly however to cough a little and take a deep breath. Humid but fresh air is so strange for lungs more used to the stink of weed and sticky sweet energy drinks pushed around by a humidifier.
WITH ALL MY HEART AND ALL MY YOUTH
I PRAY TO BE AS COOL AS YOU!
I PRAY TO BE AS COOL AS YOU!