tampered | log - in progress

When; July 30, sometime in the evening.
Rating; ..just some cussing, that's all! :>
Characters; Badou Nails, Nill, Naoto Fuyumine, (and possibly Nicholas D. Wolfwood? :|)
Summary; Badou lands in the city of shining lights. And is immediately pissed, confused, and deprived of his nicotine.
Log;

Badou scoffed as his single eye continued to stare at the carousel a few feet across from him.

It was something different that's for sure. Certainly don't have shit like that back at home. He slumped and slid further with his back against the wall before taking a puff of his cigarette. There were three more sticks in the box and he really didn't feel like wasting them so he puffed quietly and slowly, taking his sweet time with each one.

"Tch, that bastard with the smokes better come."

He sniffed as his thoughts wandered and frowned at the thought of Haine. Where the fuck was that crazy asshole anyways? Maybe he wasn't even here.

..wherever "here" was.

Whatever though. He'd find him. Right after Nill and that tranny came to show him just where the hell he was while the Wolfwood dude gave him some cigs. Maybe this place wouldn't be too bad. He rubbed the back of his neck and crossed his legs, still waiting for his welcoming committee to arrive.

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Nill walked hurriedly with Miss Naoto in the direction of the glowing carousel. She was excited that another person from home had come. It was even possible to say that the girl didn't even remember the last time she saw Badou.

She recognized the red head immediately and waved.

The welcoming committee had arrived.

The second half of the welcoming committee didn't look as happy as the first, though; more uncomfortable than anything. So, Badou was in the City. Now how to show him that she'd come to the conclusion that they were at the very least allies, if he insisted on being an idiot?

This was so deja vu. Hands stuck inside the pockets of her infamous coat, Naoto didn't bother waving.

Badou stood up at the sight of both of them and raised a hand, attempting a bad attempt at a wave before jamming his hands into his pockets and walking up to meet them.

..where the hell were the smokes? Dammit.

"I'm gonna take it the guy with the cigs didn't tag along?"

Tag along, no, but Wolfwood did show up, albeit a bit later than he originally anticipated. Badou had said he was by the carousel, which fortunately wasn't too out of the way from where he'd just bought groceries--one large paper bag pinned against his chest and arm.

"I told you I was in the Square." He grumbled, stopping a couple of feet away from the group and eying the girl in the coat and Nill. He had figured Nill would've rushed out to meet up with this idiot--she'd said this guy was from the same world as she was--but he didn't realize she was going to bring someone else. Though as far as reunions went, this one was definitely lacking enthusiasm.

Well, whatever. Wasn't really his business. Wolfwood fished around in his jacket coat for a moment, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The thing was almost empty, and it wasn't like he hadn't bought a new pack already so he didn't consider it overly generous.

"Think fast." And the pack went sailing in Badou's direction.

Blue eyes widened just a bit, a smile crossing her face as she waved to Wolfwood too. It was very nice of him to have gotten cigarettes for Mister Badou.

Nill mind wandered slightly towards Heine, wondering if he was still in his room or had gone out. He would be surprised.

Unsure if the red head needed anything else, she stayed by Miss Naoto's side.

Oh, great, more cancer sticks. Naoto looked in Wolfwood's direction, then at Nill. "A friend of yours, Nill?" she asked.

He stuck out his hands eagerly and caught the pack, immediately opening them up to see how many were inside.

"Thanks again," he glanced inside the box at the remaining cigarettes. It wasn't much but it would do, for now anyways. He'd find someone else to mooch off of before he got a damn job, probably Haine if he found the sneaky douchebag. And if that white-haired bastard didn't get him any, well, there was always gunsmoke.

He stepped out his current stick and lit one of the new ones for a test drive and puffed thoughtfully.

"...not bad. Although I've never had a bad cigarette yet before, all of them are happy little rolled up sticks of joy."

He returned the wave to Nill, smiling a little. It had been a while since he'd last seen her and even if it was just a brief encounter, Wolfwood felt all the better for it. "She's a good kid." He remarked to Naoto, his free hand sliding into the pocket of his slacks as he hefted the grocery bag up once again.

His eyes went back to Badou as he watched him fish out a cigarette, and shrugged in reply. No point in thanking him; he wouldn't have handed them over if he hadn't wanted to. And besides, he remembered all too well what it was like to show up in a strange place, lacking a pack.

"Used to roll my own before I got here. Now I don't even bother."

Nill nodded towards the swordswoman. Yes, a friend.

Blue eyes widened with surprise. Wolfwood had rolled his own before? She had always thought that cigarettes were very complicated. They were small, but they made Mister Badou really happy and she was never sure what was inside the paper.

The tilted her head at the red head, paused, and then rubbed her tummy a bit, and then looked towards Mister Badou again. Was he hungry?

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