Apr 11, 2010 18:07
[yusuke is lounging on the main couch in 3-2. despire hibana's cleanings not too long ago, the room is swarming in dirty laundry, yellowed walls, trash piling up, and holes in the wall. so basically, it's back to normal. he glances at the guide after he takes a sip from a pepsi can:]
Hey, new refugees! Anyone around some kind of fighter or whatever? I need new people to train against. Genkai would have my ass if she saw me slacking off like this, and I got nothin' better to do. I don't care how you do it, swords or magic powers, I'm interested.
[he tosses the pepsi can back over his shoulder and it flies out of the screen]
[he looks like he's going to continue speaking, but there's a thunk and a huge CRASH. He whips around as smoke begins pouring into the line of sight and there's a SSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH of broken glass and sparks.]
SHIT-!!
[and he reaches out and flicks off the guide, as a shard of the TV in 3-2 flies by]
yusuke urameshi