06-25-2013, 08:57 PM
Edit: SInce Arjhan had plans for Cody, I switched where I wrote BumbleBeeCody with cingchris.
JiraiyaSannin pulled his eyes open. What were all these bandages? He couldn't see a thing clear. His mouth... Was gone. Flat out gone.
He took a look around the room. A bright light was hanging over him. He was laying... in a bed. It was comfortable, at the very least...
He rolled his eyes over, to see a figure in dark blue.
"Hey jerk, been quite a while".
His eyes narrowed with pure disgust. Why in the flying f*** was chris, that so called reformed street punk turned police chief sitting across from him? He would scream obscenities that would make any rapper blush... If he still had his lower jaw.
"Hey, just keep quiet. Not that you have any choice, really. We found ya near dead out on Bolar lane"
Cingchris threw a newspaper at the near dead carcass of a man beside him. Glancing at the headline "2 dead in freak chicken accident", Jirayia tried to gasp, but clearly couldn't.
"Them chickens, they ain't normal. You can't touch them. Even bombs don't leave a mark. They go to town, pecking away flesh like you wouldn't believe. After they left you tore up, they killed a little woman on 3rd street. They also were who killed Beardy. He's who you wanted to find, right?"
Jirayia tired to nod his head yes, but a boulder was sitting on him. The pain was like a 2 ton gorilla beating his skull in and then letting the orchestra do a concert in his brain with front row seats.
"Listen, when you can write again, we need to know everything you do. We traced it back to this Cuccos dame. She and this Hexadecimal are some wacko vigilantes. We've pulled up so much dirt on this Beardy that she knocked off after his death that you wouldn't believe. They killed the mobster A Zombie Riot."
If Jiriya could look back in shock, he would, but sleep was coming over like the last day of life.
"I can't be out there. We need more info on HOW those chickens work, and if this Cuccos is on OUR side, or if she's just insane. And I want YOU to be our operative inside her organization once you heal up. We got a guy in there now going under the codename CosmykTheDolfyn, but he's still wet behind the ears."
Cingchris looked Jirayia in the eyes for the first time in this whole speech. "I do hope you'll work WITH me again."
chris walked out the hospital door, slowly closing it behind him. "I still love you, big bro".
A single tear left Jirayia's eyes.
JiraiyaSannin pulled his eyes open. What were all these bandages? He couldn't see a thing clear. His mouth... Was gone. Flat out gone.
He took a look around the room. A bright light was hanging over him. He was laying... in a bed. It was comfortable, at the very least...
He rolled his eyes over, to see a figure in dark blue.
"Hey jerk, been quite a while".
His eyes narrowed with pure disgust. Why in the flying f*** was chris, that so called reformed street punk turned police chief sitting across from him? He would scream obscenities that would make any rapper blush... If he still had his lower jaw.
"Hey, just keep quiet. Not that you have any choice, really. We found ya near dead out on Bolar lane"
Cingchris threw a newspaper at the near dead carcass of a man beside him. Glancing at the headline "2 dead in freak chicken accident", Jirayia tried to gasp, but clearly couldn't.
"Them chickens, they ain't normal. You can't touch them. Even bombs don't leave a mark. They go to town, pecking away flesh like you wouldn't believe. After they left you tore up, they killed a little woman on 3rd street. They also were who killed Beardy. He's who you wanted to find, right?"
Jirayia tired to nod his head yes, but a boulder was sitting on him. The pain was like a 2 ton gorilla beating his skull in and then letting the orchestra do a concert in his brain with front row seats.
"Listen, when you can write again, we need to know everything you do. We traced it back to this Cuccos dame. She and this Hexadecimal are some wacko vigilantes. We've pulled up so much dirt on this Beardy that she knocked off after his death that you wouldn't believe. They killed the mobster A Zombie Riot."
If Jiriya could look back in shock, he would, but sleep was coming over like the last day of life.
"I can't be out there. We need more info on HOW those chickens work, and if this Cuccos is on OUR side, or if she's just insane. And I want YOU to be our operative inside her organization once you heal up. We got a guy in there now going under the codename CosmykTheDolfyn, but he's still wet behind the ears."
Cingchris looked Jirayia in the eyes for the first time in this whole speech. "I do hope you'll work WITH me again."
chris walked out the hospital door, slowly closing it behind him. "I still love you, big bro".
A single tear left Jirayia's eyes.