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Post by blood on Nov 5, 2007 17:29:40 GMT -5
The plane arrived on quite a safe trip from his home to this Chicago, Illinois. Dante could be see exiting out the terming with a suitcase in hand. He would have to wait a day or two for his larger luggage. From what he was told, because of the size and weight of it, he would have to come and pick it up or they could deliver it. He figured he could wait. He wasn't sure why he was here just yet. It wasn't going to be a big rush. Maybe he'll know why he's here by tomorrow. He didn't know. Something called him to this state, this city in particular. It was only a matter of finding out why. Maybe he could get himself one of those places these humans call a hotel to stay for the night. It wouldn't be the as his own bed. But it might have to do until then.
Dante stepped out into the crowd with his suitcase in hand. Dressed in a find black suit, a red shirt underneath the jacket, a black tie, and dark black sunglasses across his face. He was among the humans as he walked. If you saw him, you'd simply think he was one of those gothic people. He looked around the airport as he watched the people rushing to the left and to the right. It was just as busy as the airport at home. Was it always like this? He was still new to this whole situation. The world had changed so much since his slumber. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his ticket. He looked down at it to see if there was something more he needed to do. Some kind of instruction on there that he may have missed now that he was off the place. He didn't see any instructions. From what he understood from what he was told at the airport at home, once he got to his destination, he would have to pick up his luggage. Well, he had his carry on. The only thing he needed was his bed, which he had to wait for. He slipped the ticket back into the pocket of his pants.
He looked down the hall to find a sign that read exit. He wasn't sure where he would go. But he knew sitting in the airport probably wasn't what he was mean to do here. Once finding a sign that read "Exit" on it, he proceeded to start on his way down the hall. As he walked, he reached down into the pocket of his jacket and pulled an ancient pocket watch out. He flipped open the lid and looked down at the clock to check the time. Whether or not the time was correct, he didn't know. As he walked and looked at his watch, he accidentally bumped into someone. Dropping the watch out of his hand in the process and onto the floor. He stopped and shooked his head. Dante looked up and said...
"I'm terribly sorry. I need to be more careful. I wasn't watching where I was going..."
He leaned down and to grab the watch off the floor as...
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Post by daclown on Nov 5, 2007 19:39:29 GMT -5
Giggles stumbles back a little bit and looks at the guy.
You better be sorry. I mean damn, we come here to have some fun and you have to be a jackass and walk into me. Me of all people.
Shitman tries to calm her down a little bit as he looks at the guy.
Just calm down. It was an accident. Surely someone dressed as strangely as him wouldn't do it on purpose.
Giggles instantly slaps him upside the head.
Did I give you permission to talk? I don't think so. I've told you before you are to let me do the talking. You're basically to behave like my bitch and do as I say.
Giggles looks back at the man.
So what the hell are you doing here?
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Post by blood on Nov 5, 2007 20:21:03 GMT -5
"Hmm..?"
Dante raised an eyebrow as he slowly placed his watch back into his pocket. What was with the unnecessary hostility? She seemed to be either having a bad day or just plain rude for no apparent reason. He shook his head and decided he wasn't going to get into a war of words with her. He didn't know her. She didn't know who he was. It probably would be best to let her reaction to him bumping into her go. He shook his head and simply replied to her...
"I'm doing what it appears everyone else in this place is doing. Arriving here in Chicago, Illinois. Or leaving here to go else where. With me, I'm arriving here to stay in Chicago, Illinois for a little while. What are you doing here?"
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Post by daclown on Nov 5, 2007 20:35:29 GMT -5
Giggles rolls her eyes as Shitman starts to talk.
She was just...
Giggles cuts him off yet again.
I didn't tell you to talk. Now anyways.
Giggles reaches into a sack by Shitman and pulls out a pie. She looks at the stanger with a smile.
Well nnow that we've established why we're here, would you like a pie? It's whip cream.
Giggles giggles a little bit as Shitman stares mesmerized waiting to see what will happen.
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Post by blood on Nov 6, 2007 1:40:17 GMT -5
These two seemed the be an interesting couple. If they were a couple. The woman seemed to be a little bit on the abusive side. And the man just seemed to sit there and take the abuse. It wasn't his place to pass judgement on a relationship like this, it was just a very strange way to show affection. Dante just went ahead and responded to the woman...
"Well... technically... I established why I'm here. You didn't say why you were. He was going to answer and you stopped him. But that's none of my business, I suppose. And as for the pie? Umm..."
He shook his head in confusion. Not understanding why exactly they were carrying a sack full of pies. It didn't make any sense to him. Dante just shrugged his shoulders and continued...
"Why would I want a pie? I don't think I have the time for it anyways, even if I wanted it."
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Post by daclown on Nov 6, 2007 10:52:32 GMT -5
The fake smile disappears from Giggles' face as she responds with a slight growl in her voice.
You want the pie. Understand? You want me to give you the pie. You don't want to piss me off so just say you want the damn pie.
Giggles continues to hold the pie not really offering it, holding it bit behind her as she tries to stare down this stranger.
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Post by blood on Nov 6, 2007 15:35:33 GMT -5
She was a persistent one. Why was she so willing to give him this pie? He didn't want the pie. And her insisting that he must have this pie made him only that more hesitant about taking it. If he took the pie, then what? He would have a pie he didn't want. He shook his headn and responded to the woman...
"I don't want the pie. Understand? I don't have time for the pie. I don't care for, need, or want the pie. Keep it for yourself and share it with this gentleman with you."
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Post by daclown on Nov 6, 2007 16:12:25 GMT -5
Giggles doesn't take her eyes off of Dante.
So you're saying Shitman here wants the pie? That's what I think you're saying. Well if that's so.
Giggles turns around slams the pie in Shitman's face knocking him down. Giggles instantly falls down laughing histarically. Finally, she regains her composer while Shitman continues to lay where he landed.
That joke never gets old. So now that we're passed that, what's your name.
Giggles looks back at Shitman who still hasn't moved and giggles a little bit as she waits for the man's response.(psycho much)
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Post by blood on Nov 6, 2007 16:32:39 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow again as he watched her hit the man that was with her in the face with the pie. That was what she meant by giving him a pie? It was a good thing he didn't accept it. Though he did feel bad for the man laying on the floor. It wasn't his place to interfere.
"Shit...man? Joke...?"
Dante really didn't get the concept of the joke. Then again, it's been awhile since he was around humans. And the man's name? A bit strange for a person's name. But the time gap issue came to his mind again. He figured this was just the way things were. He just shrugged it off and went ahead to respond to her.
"My name is Cervantes. Dante Cervantes. And your name is...?"
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Post by daclown on Nov 6, 2007 17:19:02 GMT -5
Giggles looks at Dante with a frown. Who was she? How could someone not know her and on top of that, how could he not be on the floor rolling from what she just did.
Giggles is the name. And don't you have a sense of humor? I mean that shit was funny as hell. Or did you like suffer some kind of head trauma or something that made you forget what a good laugh is.
Giggles stops for a moment.
Wait, don't tell me you're one of those people who cram a stick up their ass and take it out on everyone else.
Giggles bats her eyelashes a little bit as she waits to hear what he says like an good innocent(yea right) girl.
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Post by blood on Nov 6, 2007 21:33:02 GMT -5
Dante thought "Giggles" was a bit of a strange name too. Maybe in Chicago, Illinois people have strange names. It was just another thing to get used to here. He was a bit confused with her hostility again. It seemed she was someone who had a short fuse. He really didn't find her "joke" to be the least bit comical. He shook his head and responded...
"No. There is no stick up my ass. I just don't find pain as humorous as you do. Is that a crime? Is it wrong for me to not take joy in the pain of others? I don't believe so. What makes it so funny? That you wasted a perfectly good pie? That you caused pain and discomfort to this man by hitting him with that pie? That you think it's funny to cause a scene? I don't find it that funny. It sounds like a cry for attention, if you ask me."
He shrugged his shoulders and just awaited a response.
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Post by daclown on Nov 6, 2007 21:50:53 GMT -5
Giggles looks at Shitman.
He's fine. And seriously, you need to work on your sense of humor. I mean that joke is a classic. And between you and me, that pie is about a month old so it's not a good pie anymore.
Giggles giggles a little bit as she continues.
So anywhere in particular you going or just sploring the city?
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Post by blood on Nov 6, 2007 22:10:26 GMT -5
"Right..."
He had to think about how he was going to answer this next question. Dante couldn't just say he felt compelled to come here by some unknown force that was seemingly calling for him to come to Chicago, Illinois. She probably wouldn't understand that. And it was probably best to keep a low profile with who he is. He figured the second answer was probably his best bet to go with. He nodded his head and responded...
"I'm here to explore the city. I was told this was a nice place to visit. They made it sound like it was some great place that was a 'must-see' in their mind. So, I decided I'd come and check out the city myself. See what all the hype is about. See if it's really as great as they made it out to be or if it was just a lot of talk. How do you feel about this place since you've been here?"
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Post by daclown on Nov 9, 2007 20:44:48 GMT -5
Giggles just shrugs.
Wouldn't know. Just got here ourselves. Dumbass on the floor over there is a fighter, wrestler whatever you want to call him, so we travel following the fights. Pays for my meals and housing and all that. So any story with you or you one of those mystery people who like to be like a ninja and be all stealthy and all that whacked ass shit?
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Post by blood on Nov 9, 2007 21:33:07 GMT -5
"Ah, I see."
He nodded his head, A fighter wrestler? Interesting. Something about that just struck his interest. He didn't know why. But something about that just kind of made him think. Dante then began to wonder what to say about who he was. He couldn't tell her the truth. It would be better to keep that low profile. He had to make something up on the spot. Dante just went with the first thing that came to mind.
"Well... I'm just a traveler myself. A wanderer... I don't know what you would call it.... I travel a lot. See the sights and whatnot. Atleast that's what I do now. Before I began my journey... I specialized in... Well... I'm a jack-of-all-trades I suppose... I did a little of everything... Now about this wrestler fighter thing that that gentleman does... Does he work for a particular organization or something? Is there a reason why he fights...?"
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