emperor_cowboy | -1st Bullet-

[He stirred awake from his slumber with a low groan, and sat up rubbing at his eyes. Glancing over, he took notice of a female partner. At first he thought nothing of it... just another random fling to promise his heart to and leave her the next day, with empty promises of returning. A thought did cross his mind, and it was what exactly he had done the night prior to awakening in this bed. Slipping out of the bed, careful not to awaken the slumbering woman, he found his clothes were missing.

That was odd...

With a shrug, he slipped into a pair of clothing neatly put out that rested upon a chair next to the bedside. What bothered him most, was the lack of his hat.

So another thought crossed him. Just where were his clothes?

Slinking downstairs, he decided to make himself a nice cup of coffee. The overall surroundings seemed a bit, well, to put it lightly... dull. With the coffee brewing, in really outdated appliances, he decided to take a look around. Perhaps find his missing articles of clothing in the process.

Venturing into the living room, Hol's eyes scanned the area carefully. Man, this lady needed a makeover to her house. Eventually his gaze locked upon the family photo. Narrowing his eyes... the fellow in the picture looked a lot like...]

What the hell?

[It was then the blond stumbled backwards in shock. That wasn't him! Was it? Just a trick, right? A really bad joke! Looking carefully again... Hol began to worry a bit, there were far too many similarities for that to be a bad coincidence. Approach with caution... the man's a little jumpy right now.]

That... That is NOT my face in that photo...!

[ooc: I FAIL! I thought I posted... but LJ apparently ate it. ... and I fail again for not realizing this until now! ;w; FORGIVE ME...]

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[Early in the morning, post-paper route and pre-school time, walks a tall teenager. He's one of the people in that family photo. When he hears someone else in the house, he assumes it's Mukuro or one of the drones. He's surprised to see someone else.

Great, yet another new dad.]

O-oh. Um. Hey there.

Great. Another new dad.

[Don't mind Mukuro, he's just a little grupmy after waking up from another failed suicide attempt]

You'll be droned in a week. [Moves past him to open the fridge and take out some of the milk.]

Milk's poisoned, too. Don't drink it. [Watch. He'll demonstrate.]

[Hol spun around on his heel and fidgeted just a bit. He observed this fellow carefully, and glanced back to the photo. His eyes shifted back and finally he made the connection.]

Look, kid I don't want any trouble. Who are you? What's with the picture on the wall?

[The man jumps at the new voice.]

Look, I'm not anyone's dad-- eh?

[Hol was silent at what was said to him.]

Droned? ...good thing I'm not fond of milk--hey what are you doing?

Me? [Wipes his mouth of hte milk mustache.]

Just committing suicide. Don't urinate on my corpse if you can help it.

Ah, well... [he points as he speaks] that's you, that's me, that unfortunately is Mukuro, that's the drone mum and that's the drone son.

Um. My name's Calleo Crowe. You're in a place called Mayfield. Everyone here has been kidnapped. You and I included. Sorry.

Whoa. Whoa. Back up.

Drone mum?

That makes me the-- Okay, I don't know what yer talkin' about so I'm just gonna leave... wait.

Kidnapped?

...Yer joking, right?

[He simply lofts a brow at the fellow.]

You should probably have a seat. This may take awhile.

Unfortunately yeah, this is a town full of people no one can get out of, who've all been kidnapped and forced to play along in their little facade. Hence the portrait - you're our new "dad". A-and, um, sometimes people here get brainwashed. Sometimes for acting out, but usually for no reason at all. The mother and other child in the house used to be normal, but.... well, Mukuro's hardly normal, but he's not droned. Um. I recommend staying away from him, by the way. He's... dangerous.

[Hol listened carefully, an eyebrow twitching every now and again as he listened. This sounded all a little out of the ordinary.

When all was done, he decided to go back to the kitchen and get to that coffee he started to make. Any minute now, he'd wake up!]

[You get a sympathetic look.]

I-I'm sorry. I know it sounds really far-fetched, but... we'll you'd find all this out on your own soon enough.

Nope. The milk is all poisoned. If my student gets out of the trap I put him in, tell him it couldn't be helped. The milk was forced down my throat rather than I drank it willingly.

[guzzles down the last of the glass]

They did tell you it was poisoned, right? It takes about fifteen minutes to kick in.

[He can only nod at this ... odd request. Like he's really gonna admit to anything, it'd just look too suspicious.]

So do I get a name in case someone's looking for you?

Okay, first off: how long do I gotta pretend to play Daddy?

As long as the town decides to keep you here, I'm afraid. Could be anywhere from a few weeks to... w-well, let's just say I've been here for about 7 months now.

[starts laughing, oh he makes a great first impression, doesn't he]

I'm sure lots of people will be looking for me. The whole town actually has me on their shitlist. When they do, tell them that Mukuro's dead.

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