#keykeepingbastardtm

[the-stars-in-our-destiny]

Ctrl + Alt + Del

|Closed RP|

One moment, the world around him is dark and unfeeling, the next- a vibrant explosion of colors overstimulating his visual senses. Was it even possible to taste colors? Similar thoughts flooded his mind as the unsuspecting silhouette fell from the air, landing perfectly on his heels for just a moment before collapsing to his knees from the sudden impact.

“What…?” The newcomer reached out a hand to touch the floor in front of his own eyes, only to pause as he glanced at the skin on his arm- skin? Upon closer observation, he noted that this was indeed not flesh, seeing as it felt like a soft material of sorts. Something… plush…?

His mind couldn’t wrap around the very sensations and sights he was beginning to unravel about his new surroundings. He could feel, only feeling wasn’t like what he’s used to… but what was he used to in the first place? Recollections of feelings for memories he couldn’t quite remember flooded his mind. It suffocated him with an elevating level of anxiety until he just couldn’t sit still any longer.

Answers. He needed answers. Standing up sharply, the newcomer quickly traversed down the halls, wobbling a bit as he tried to regain his balance, uncertain as to why he was having difficulty running let alone running. It was as if the newbie was having to teach himself how to put one foot in front of the other all over again.

“Left, right, left, right…” he’s mumbling to himself, looking down for the most part down at his shoes, not paying the slightest attention to his surroundings, or those nearby his surroundings…

[lepustricks]

@keykeepingbastardtm

Spiderman points.

" Truth. "

[digitalbunshine]

Knock knock! Here comes nurse Jax. They might as well be the heat helper, considering this wouldnt be the first time he helped someone with this sorta thing.

Jax stood with a basket of supplies, peering at the door with the yellow version of himself staring back with a big happy smile. “…Jeez, whatta door..uh, heya sunshine! You alive in there?” He knocks on the door.

Palo didn't immediately recognize the voice that called out to him from beyond the door, but he knew just lying here in bed and willing the heat to go away wasn't working. A soft whimper escaped him before he finally managed to drag himself up out of bed and make his way to the door. "I'm alive... Feels like I'm dying, though," he mumbled as he opened his door. His legs twitched, threatening to give out underneath him.

"Please tell me you're here to help, I don't know how much longer I can stand this."

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

"Good job big feeeeella! You've done it."

( WHY DID YOU PRE-MARINADE YOURSELF )

( AND WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT MY PROBLEM )

[the-stars-in-our-destiny]

|Closed RP for @keykeepertm| It had been a while since the rabbit found his way into the overly saturated purgatory he now force-fully resided in. To him? It was still all just a dream. At least he had managed to pick a name for himself, upon realizing the inability to recall anything of the sort. Twinkle. It was slightly inspired by the name that purple menace had instinctively pinned like a post-it note to his back. - Day after day, or at least what he could keep count for, was starting to wear on him just a little, but not too terribly thanks to the plush's own delusional resolve. He had managed to make friends with some of the other individuals littered across the plane, but kept himself at a distance from most. Stepping across the checkered flooring, his shoes creating a little reverbed ambience as he strolled along, Twinkle was now searching for something to occupy his time.

[lepustricks]

@keykeepingbastardtm from HERE

If possible, his grin got even bigger, up to where he had to squint his eyes , leaning forward a bit and pressing an index finger against his cheek.

" Yeah? I mean, my mouth is technically shut. Also what should I call you. I'd rather not call you Cottontail. I'm still workshopping my stuff, unfortunately I find it rather rude to call myself Casanova." His voice is light and jokey, before it turns rather serious as he plays with his half fallen ear. " But for real, how do you tell everyone apart? "

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

"Taste like...Dooms day, and just a hiiiiint of sour apple."

( YOU TASTE LIKE A TWINK. )

[shiningsilverarmor]

They can FEEL the beast staring at them and the kits.

Cue the warning THUMP.

Then a second one, translation; I'm watching you.

So.. was he, his stare never wavering with his main focus on the kits instead of the THUMPING rabbit.

Only a simple

C R U N C H ---

--on a rather tasteless dog bone, no thanks to Crane replied back to the rabbit in a loud volume as if to say: Shut it. That's annoying.