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Wanyūdō ([personal profile] hell_wheel) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_rpg2012-03-10 12:18 am
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1st Hatred - Welcome to Mayfield

[Wanyudo wakes up. That's the first sign something is wrong.

The fact he is in a bed is the second.

Looking around, he closes his eyes and focuses on returning home. Nothing happens. He feels weird. Wrong. He can't return, though, and he can't change. Both of those things bother him and he sits up in bed and frowns. The room has pictures. Including him and a lovely young woman. Oh, and a couple of kids as well.

Moving from the bed, he goes to the closet, noting the clothes before picking out an outfit and snagging a classy hat. Well, he's dressed and his head is covered. The clothes fit at least.

This didn't look like Japan, so the next order of business was figuring out where. Walking over to the phone, picking it up and trying to dial information.]

[Phone | Everyone]

[An older man's voice comes over the phone.]

Hello? Information?

Hello?

[personal profile] forpony 2012-03-14 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Is it really? Damn, you just settle for whatever you can get. Must be your age, you do sound pretty ancient. Maybe I ought to respect you a little better.

[personal profile] forpony 2012-03-17 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Respect's earned, you must know that much in your old age. Well, let's see what else I do know. This place behaves strangely, the spirits that inhabit it must be bored out of their minds or something. Every so often people will act differently and try to kill each other or even worst, claim to love each other. It's sickening.

[personal profile] forpony 2012-03-19 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
My generation? How old do you take me for? [ She sounds annoyed, but honestly her youthful age does do that. ] An unique perspective? You'll need that in this rotting dump.