Not in Kansas
Oct 28, 2015 13:17:08 GMT -7
Post by Rocket Raccoon on Oct 28, 2015 13:17:08 GMT -7
Date: September 25th, 2015
Location: Miami, Florida
Summary: Following the encounter with Loki, Rocket's been teleported to Terra by the Cube though he doesn't know it and will need an ally or two as he has no idea where he is at the moment.
Pausing at the edge of the sidewalk, he narrowed his eyes and scanned the street and scowled then moved to cross the stone-like road. Rocket barely had time to glance sideways as something smashed into his right side and he skidded along the tarmac. Getting to his feet, he moved back to the sidewalk and limped down the street, one arm hanging limply by his side - implying that it was broken.
Once safely off the road, Rocket's hackles raised as he wasn't in the mood for any games or being seen as some kind of joke thanks to his situation and his injuries. His tail flicked back and forth in an irritated fashion as he was frustrated by his sudden situation. Where the frick was he, and he wanted some d'asted answers.
Once he had that information, his next step was finding out just what kind of currency was used here and getting hold of it somehow, just as a matter of survival. Even if he had to steal it, not if he would complain about that.
Ignoring the people pausing to stare at him in shocked disbelief, some of them automatically taking photos with their cellphones, the raccoon ran his tongue along his top lip. He hadn't eaten since arriving here, the smell of food and a slight but sharp twisting sensation at the pit of his stomach reminded him that he kind of needed to eat. Following his nose to a place called Joe's Stone Crab, the raccoon walked in and shrugged as the customers just stared.
"What you frickin' lookin' at?" his words triggered a mass exodus and Rocket scowled then shrugged again. This meant he had his pick of whatever they were eating.
Location: Miami, Florida
Summary: Following the encounter with Loki, Rocket's been teleported to Terra by the Cube though he doesn't know it and will need an ally or two as he has no idea where he is at the moment.
Pausing at the edge of the sidewalk, he narrowed his eyes and scanned the street and scowled then moved to cross the stone-like road. Rocket barely had time to glance sideways as something smashed into his right side and he skidded along the tarmac. Getting to his feet, he moved back to the sidewalk and limped down the street, one arm hanging limply by his side - implying that it was broken.
Once safely off the road, Rocket's hackles raised as he wasn't in the mood for any games or being seen as some kind of joke thanks to his situation and his injuries. His tail flicked back and forth in an irritated fashion as he was frustrated by his sudden situation. Where the frick was he, and he wanted some d'asted answers.
Once he had that information, his next step was finding out just what kind of currency was used here and getting hold of it somehow, just as a matter of survival. Even if he had to steal it, not if he would complain about that.
Ignoring the people pausing to stare at him in shocked disbelief, some of them automatically taking photos with their cellphones, the raccoon ran his tongue along his top lip. He hadn't eaten since arriving here, the smell of food and a slight but sharp twisting sensation at the pit of his stomach reminded him that he kind of needed to eat. Following his nose to a place called Joe's Stone Crab, the raccoon walked in and shrugged as the customers just stared.
"What you frickin' lookin' at?" his words triggered a mass exodus and Rocket scowled then shrugged again. This meant he had his pick of whatever they were eating.
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