Post by Memai on Apr 8, 2012 20:06:36 GMT -5
(( see how much less frustrating that is for everyone when you control characters you know? ;> ))
Chaplin raised his eyebrows and gave a nervous laugh at Mikhaila's question. Foreigner? Sure, he was from Hawaii, but he certainly owned a US passport. This girl is cray cray.
"Brah, you went hit'cha head on somet'ink?" He loosened up, figured she was some fresh off the boat kid from some weird European country, there were so many of those things he couldn't even keep track, "What the hell's an Inuit anyway? I'm a kama'aina from Hawaii, brah, thought the sexy-kine accent gave that away," he scratched the back of his head, his bright eyes darting back to Stevie, who was still hiding behind his much larger Jock friend.
"Don't listen to her," the small Bully piped up, "She's probably spreading Soviet lies... the master in the parking lot told me."
The collective stare from everyone demanded an explanation.
"The Hobo, brahs," Chaplin help, "Dat guy with the kine stories."
"Oh," Juri frowned, "Your friend must stop listening to that old man's stories."
"Man, they wouldn't be just stories," Stevie shifted his gaze, "They'd be movies if they let him."
Chaplin laughed, mussing the hair of his much smaller friend, "C'mon brah, they don't know it," he played along. The other Jocks shook their head, as friendly as their wide receiver was, he was always way too friendly with everyone else. Never knew why he took such a liking to the tiny greaseball.
"So uhh, I guess I should introduce myself to your girlfriend, eh?" Chaplin bumped Juri's arm gently with his shoulder, winking and grinning his handsome grin, "Little cuz, I'm Chap, one of the coolest brahs this side of everywhere."
He extended his hand out for a handshake, waiting for Mikhaila to take it.
(( Oh hey PRG, research, please? Inuit people look pretty much nothing like Hawaiian folk. If your character HAS seen them, btw, she'd know they look nothing alike ;> Assuming everyone who's brown or colored and look the same is all brands of racist. ))
Chaplin raised his eyebrows and gave a nervous laugh at Mikhaila's question. Foreigner? Sure, he was from Hawaii, but he certainly owned a US passport. This girl is cray cray.
"Brah, you went hit'cha head on somet'ink?" He loosened up, figured she was some fresh off the boat kid from some weird European country, there were so many of those things he couldn't even keep track, "What the hell's an Inuit anyway? I'm a kama'aina from Hawaii, brah, thought the sexy-kine accent gave that away," he scratched the back of his head, his bright eyes darting back to Stevie, who was still hiding behind his much larger Jock friend.
"Don't listen to her," the small Bully piped up, "She's probably spreading Soviet lies... the master in the parking lot told me."
The collective stare from everyone demanded an explanation.
"The Hobo, brahs," Chaplin help, "Dat guy with the kine stories."
"Oh," Juri frowned, "Your friend must stop listening to that old man's stories."
"Man, they wouldn't be just stories," Stevie shifted his gaze, "They'd be movies if they let him."
Chaplin laughed, mussing the hair of his much smaller friend, "C'mon brah, they don't know it," he played along. The other Jocks shook their head, as friendly as their wide receiver was, he was always way too friendly with everyone else. Never knew why he took such a liking to the tiny greaseball.
"So uhh, I guess I should introduce myself to your girlfriend, eh?" Chaplin bumped Juri's arm gently with his shoulder, winking and grinning his handsome grin, "Little cuz, I'm Chap, one of the coolest brahs this side of everywhere."
He extended his hand out for a handshake, waiting for Mikhaila to take it.
(( Oh hey PRG, research, please? Inuit people look pretty much nothing like Hawaiian folk. If your character HAS seen them, btw, she'd know they look nothing alike ;> Assuming everyone who's brown or colored and look the same is all brands of racist. ))