[The train ride is actually pretty pleasant. The scenery is lovely... if you can see it past the ginger curls smushed up against the window glass. The owner of said curls is sleeping, head resting against the window and long legs splayed out across one of the seats. He snorts suddenly and his eyes flutter open. He sits up and looks around with bleary eyes.]
Is this a fucking train? Well. Okay. No more Special K for me for a while... [He pushes his hair back and grins.]
Hi! I'm Iggy. As in Pop. Any idea where we're going, sweetie?
[Conversation is of course eventually cut short when the accident happens. The first jolt sends Iggy sprawling to the floor.]
Owwww! What was--?
[There is the sound of screaming metal as the car leaves the tracks, tilting to one side and sending everything flying. The windows break as they hit the ground, the car still moving. Iggy screams and manages to hang on to one of the seats so that he isn't dragged along. He's still shrieking like a kettle when the car is hit by another and sent sliding right into a tree. One side of the car crimps inward and the force of impact sends Iggy sprawling again. This time he hits his head and he goes down, groaning. Blood stings his eyes and he tries to sit up.]
Ohfuck. Are. Are you alive?
ii. Assimilation
[This is not the first time Iggy's been lost, wandering around with shit coordination, unsure of what is going on or why. It's the first time he's been host to some sort of parasitic goo, but it's not like he's noticed that part.
So he just wobbles up to the closest person and reaches for one of their hands.]
You? Are beautiful. Let's get married. I'll make the prettiest bride you ever saw, and we can get tacos after.
Ignatius "Iggy" Melville | OC
cw: drug mention
[The train ride is actually pretty pleasant. The scenery is lovely... if you can see it past the ginger curls smushed up against the window glass. The owner of said curls is sleeping, head resting against the window and long legs splayed out across one of the seats. He snorts suddenly and his eyes flutter open. He sits up and looks around with bleary eyes.]
Is this a fucking train? Well. Okay. No more Special K for me for a while... [He pushes his hair back and grins.]
Hi! I'm Iggy. As in Pop. Any idea where we're going, sweetie?
[Conversation is of course eventually cut short when the accident happens. The first jolt sends Iggy sprawling to the floor.]
Owwww! What was--?
[There is the sound of screaming metal as the car leaves the tracks, tilting to one side and sending everything flying. The windows break as they hit the ground, the car still moving. Iggy screams and manages to hang on to one of the seats so that he isn't dragged along. He's still shrieking like a kettle when the car is hit by another and sent sliding right into a tree. One side of the car crimps inward and the force of impact sends Iggy sprawling again. This time he hits his head and he goes down, groaning. Blood stings his eyes and he tries to sit up.]
Ohfuck. Are. Are you alive?
ii. Assimilation
[This is not the first time Iggy's been lost, wandering around with shit coordination, unsure of what is going on or why. It's the first time he's been host to some sort of parasitic goo, but it's not like he's noticed that part.
So he just wobbles up to the closest person and reaches for one of their hands.]
You? Are beautiful. Let's get married. I'll make the prettiest bride you ever saw, and we can get tacos after.
iii. Two Truths & A Lie
[username: gingerailed]
1. I've sent someone to the hospital with a dick injury.
2. my favourite disney princess is belle.
3. I got fired from a craft store for stealing macramé supplies.
((OOC: happy to do prose or brackets - will match format. want something that's not on the menu? wilcard me, baby!))