First Person: so my phone's not working and i'm pretty lost here. i guess it's too much to hope for an internet cafe or something around, huh? i'm a little worried about my brother though, has anyone seen a guy about six feet, short scruffy beard, hair in his eyes? he's probably wearing a brown sweater. or if you've met someone named andrew.
maybe it helps to introduce myself too lol. hey i'm peter nice to meet you guys m(__)m
michael, john, jacob, gabriel, thomas, any of you other guys, if someone's around, tell me. if you are you know who i'm really wondering about. it's important.
ah crap, also who knows where i can get a coat it's pretty freaking cold lol
Third Person: Peter rolled around on the floor of his apartment. He grumbled, and kicked his feet.
"Sssssoooo boreeeddd." He rolled onto his stomach, sighing.
It was like going right back to the dark ages, and he had already experienced that, how could he survive it again?! Why didn't this city have internet. Why didn't it have movies. Or manga. ...Wait. Did it have manga? He remembered seeing a library. Why hadn't he gone to look yet? Maybe it had some. There's no way it would carry the newest issues of Jump or Gangan or anything, but maybe it would at least have some old Dragonball? Even Doraemon or Astroboy or anything. As long as he had something to occupy himself with!
It seemed wrong to be so concerned with petty things like manga when he didn't know where Andrew, Jesus or Judas were. Although he assumed they were perfectly safe at home, and if Andrew was, then Judas would be fine with just one of them. Even if Andrew wasn't, Jacob the greater would probably take over. As for Jesus, he had Buddha and the archangels as well. Besides, there wasn't much he could do about it. Even if they were in trouble, his worrying about it wouldn't change anything, when he couldn't leave the city. Really all he could do was occupy himself. Making the most of things was pretty much his specialty anyway.
Still, why did it have to be somewhere so incredibly boring. Was this what Hell was like? He suddenly felt really bad for everyone trapped there. Maybe he should have let them into Heaven, if this was the sort of cruel and unjust punishment they received. He couldn't think of a single sin bad enough to warrant such pain. First thing on the agenda when he got home was definitely going to be asking Judas about that. And probably asking Uriel to redeem a few souls.
He paused, humming to himself. Or maybe he could just go check out the library. That would work too.
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maybe it helps to introduce myself too lol. hey i'm peter nice to meet you guys m(__)m
michael, john, jacob, gabriel, thomas, any of you other guys, if someone's around, tell me. if you are you know who i'm really wondering about. it's important.
ah crap, also who knows where i can get a coat it's pretty freaking cold lol
Third Person: Peter rolled around on the floor of his apartment. He grumbled, and kicked his feet.
"Sssssoooo boreeeddd." He rolled onto his stomach, sighing.
It was like going right back to the dark ages, and he had already experienced that, how could he survive it again?! Why didn't this city have internet. Why didn't it have movies. Or manga. ...Wait. Did it have manga? He remembered seeing a library. Why hadn't he gone to look yet? Maybe it had some. There's no way it would carry the newest issues of Jump or Gangan or anything, but maybe it would at least have some old Dragonball? Even Doraemon or Astroboy or anything. As long as he had something to occupy himself with!
It seemed wrong to be so concerned with petty things like manga when he didn't know where Andrew, Jesus or Judas were. Although he assumed they were perfectly safe at home, and if Andrew was, then Judas would be fine with just one of them. Even if Andrew wasn't, Jacob the greater would probably take over. As for Jesus, he had Buddha and the archangels as well. Besides, there wasn't much he could do about it. Even if they were in trouble, his worrying about it wouldn't change anything, when he couldn't leave the city. Really all he could do was occupy himself. Making the most of things was pretty much his specialty anyway.
Still, why did it have to be somewhere so incredibly boring. Was this what Hell was like? He suddenly felt really bad for everyone trapped there. Maybe he should have let them into Heaven, if this was the sort of cruel and unjust punishment they received. He couldn't think of a single sin bad enough to warrant such pain. First thing on the agenda when he got home was definitely going to be asking Judas about that. And probably asking Uriel to redeem a few souls.
He paused, humming to himself. Or maybe he could just go check out the library. That would work too.