NEW ARRIVAL :: AN UNDERCOVER COP, NERD, AND ALL AROUND DISASTER

[super_cool]

Freddy’s pretty sure he’s dead. He’d like to believe everything – the heist, the getaway, the bloodbath back at the rendezvous – was just a fucked up dream. He’d like to. There’s no hole in his cheek, no bullets in his gut, but he’s still wearing the same clothes – black suit, white shirt, and black tie – and they’re still soaked with blood. There’s blood in his hair, splattered across his face, and coating his hands.

He’s sitting on the curb outside of something that resembles the type of cheap convenience store familiar to someone from Los Angeles during the late 20th century. Next to him is an open bag of Doritos, four empty bottles of shitty beer, plus two more unopened bottles of that same shitty brand... and also a welcoming pamphlet.

While he’s not exactly feeling any better than he was when he first woke up, the alcohol is at least helping him settle into a sort of numbness. He opens the pamphlet and reads. Most of it fails to register.

‘Do you have a question for the Nexus?’ the pamphlet says.

‘What the fuck?’ is all that comes to mind. He sighs and rubs his temple, before burying his face in his arms. It's been a long goddamn day. Thinking it over though, he does actually have a question:

“Does everyone who dies get sent here? Or is it just like”–his voice still sounds hoarse, so he coughs into his fist and clears his throat–“only certain ones?”

He tries to brush his hair back, but his bangs just flop back into his face. He opens another bottle. Don't worry, he’s not going to cry or whine about shit. He may be a hot fucking mess, but he’s still a tough guy, okay?

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[super_cool]

“Nice name.” He’s never heard it before. He also kind of wants to ask if she’s like 200 years old or something, but then where would his manners be? It’s rude to ask a lady her age.

“Freddy,” he says, also sticking with just a first name. He holds off on a handshake, assuming she’d rather not get blood on her. “Nice meeting you, even if I’m kind of fucked up right now.”

[tielle_mortevus]

"Well, you could say we're all a little 'fucked up', for some of us its just a little more obvious."

She gives him a smile, giggling a bit as she looked him over.

"So, what was it like where you come from, back when you were alive?"

[super_cool]

His universe is perfectly normal and ordinary, except for being slightly heightened in its intensity, particularly with regard to violence. But like a fish in water, it doesn't stand out as noteworthy or unusual.

“Well,” he furrows his brow, unsure how to describe Los Angeles to someone with no common reference. “There’s a lot of light, a lot of cars, a lot of different people... It’s a real big city, so...” He waves his hand around vaguely, trying to think of what else to add... There’s the beach, there’s Hollywood... His eyes widen as he realizes that he’s left out possibly the most important thing!

“Everyone’s a human. No vampires, no aliens, angels, demons, or anything like that... There's no magic or supernatural type stuff either-- that’s only in the movies.”

[tielle_mortevus]

Though she didn't quite recognize all of the things he had mentioned, she at least had some idea of what he was describing, though she herself had never really been one for bustling cities.

"It sounds like quite the experience, living in such a place. I've seen my fair share of cities in my travels, but truth be told I prefer the seclusion of a small manor tucked away in the woods or somewhere off the beaten path."

She gives him a smile, taking another sip from her flask.

"If there's anything you'd like to know about my world, I'd be happy to share a few details."