❦ (closed) it's the name of the game.

[jaillir]

[ at first, he's sitting under the sun, on white sand, cold water pushing at the tips of his toes - a room - and then, the sky swirls and the sand swallows him with a barely-audible 'pop'.

the next thing he knows, he sits on the passenger seat. on the passenger seat of an unknown vehicle, and that is enough to make him asgdhgk; fluster in horror

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[cowtownkindaguy]

[Matt, on the other hand, had been sitting in his bedroom, watching Land Of The Dead morosely and playing with the cap to a bottle of water. He'd closed his eyes for a moment, and the couch had... changed beneath him. Instead of his comfy sitting room, he opened his eyes to harsh daylight, sitting in the front seat of an unfamiliar car.

Climbing out of the car, he spies the young blond, tilting his head curiously. Not one of the states he knows... not even one of his absent neighbors. So he has to ask...]

Hey. What's your name?

[wondering how the FUCK he ended up here can come later.]

[jaillir]

[ the car creaks and jaye whips around to face whoever it is. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little scared, but he tries to keep cool and not reach for the heaviest object in his pocket. ]

U-Uh! Juh-Juh- [ breathe. his hands are fisted in his pockets, his right grasping at the fabric of his keys and his left squeezing the car keys with all his might. ] Jaye Ackins...um. Sh-shit. Uh...

[ points at colorado. what's yours? why can't he say it. god. it's such a simple sentence! ]

Letters, um. [ what. the. ] An' cards. Print.

[cowtownkindaguy]

[Putting his hands up in an 'easy, tiger' gesture, Matt looks at Jaye with a friendly smile. Thanks, HQ. Zapping them off to God-himself-only-knows-where to do something. And they've never even met before.

The point makes him pause, consider, then nod.]

Matthew Pike. Matt. Um, pleasure to meet you, Jaye.

[Letters? Cards? Print? Again, he has to think.]

Did you find a note? Something to tell us what the HELL is going on here?

[Hey, new friend, someone else to hang out with. The guy almost reminds him of Nao. Fun times.]

HTML AND ICON FAIL FML.

[jaillir]

[ ooc: *of his jeans. that was derp worthy, wow. i didn't even notice.]

[ all the gesture does is unnerve him, but jaye pushes that to the back of his mind; it's not the time to be miffed over something this matt doesn't know about. he extends his hand in greeting, and nods. ]

Ya, um.

[ no! he wasn't talking about the note. jaye was trying to ask for his name, b-but, whatever, it's not like it matters! he pretends he was talking about it, even though his face says otherwise, and fishes out the note from one of his pockets. it's a bit crumpled. ]