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nexus_crossings2018-01-27 10:39 pm
dsquared) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-01-27 10:39 pm
Through the Looking-Ed
How did this happen?
All Double D wanted was to start his morning off with a nice, refreshing shower... Then he finds out the hard way the bathroom was being rennovated. He tried asking his friends, but Eddy wouldn't be bothered to wake up early on a Saturday, and Ed's sister was using his bathroom for a play spa. The other kids in the Cul-de-sac were no help either, and all Double D got out of this ordeal was even more dirt and filth that begged to be cleaned off.
The poor boy was at wit's end at this point. He wandered down the lane in a anxious haze, trying to shake off the grime and keep his sanity at the same time. Yet, it was so hard, especially since there seemed to be no hope at all for his cleanliness. He continued to mutter the same words under his breath as he desperately tried to scrape the grime off onto the picket fences. "Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, show-OOF!"
Here, he blindly bumps into a nice couch and falls on his butt.
A couch? What's a perfectly good couch doing here?! Double D knows perfectly well that a couch does not belong in an alleyway... Nor do the chairs. Or the computers...
Double D blinks and glances around at his surroundings and realizes he's not even in the Cul-de-sac anymore. Furthermore, he also finds that he's surrounded by strangers and creatures that look like they belong in one of Ed's comic books, and yet... He's still covered in filth and grime and dirt and these people look like they have showers. He's frozen for a moment, wide eyed like a deer in the headlights, as the embarrassment of being so messy in front of complete strangers merges with his desire to get clean until at last he can't take it anymore.
He grabs the arm of the couch, pulls himself to his feet... And blurts out, "DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE A SHOWER I CAN USE?! PLEASE?!?"
All Double D wanted was to start his morning off with a nice, refreshing shower... Then he finds out the hard way the bathroom was being rennovated. He tried asking his friends, but Eddy wouldn't be bothered to wake up early on a Saturday, and Ed's sister was using his bathroom for a play spa. The other kids in the Cul-de-sac were no help either, and all Double D got out of this ordeal was even more dirt and filth that begged to be cleaned off.
The poor boy was at wit's end at this point. He wandered down the lane in a anxious haze, trying to shake off the grime and keep his sanity at the same time. Yet, it was so hard, especially since there seemed to be no hope at all for his cleanliness. He continued to mutter the same words under his breath as he desperately tried to scrape the grime off onto the picket fences. "Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, show-OOF!"
Here, he blindly bumps into a nice couch and falls on his butt.
A couch? What's a perfectly good couch doing here?! Double D knows perfectly well that a couch does not belong in an alleyway... Nor do the chairs. Or the computers...
Double D blinks and glances around at his surroundings and realizes he's not even in the Cul-de-sac anymore. Furthermore, he also finds that he's surrounded by strangers and creatures that look like they belong in one of Ed's comic books, and yet... He's still covered in filth and grime and dirt and these people look like they have showers. He's frozen for a moment, wide eyed like a deer in the headlights, as the embarrassment of being so messy in front of complete strangers merges with his desire to get clean until at last he can't take it anymore.
He grabs the arm of the couch, pulls himself to his feet... And blurts out, "DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE A SHOWER I CAN USE?! PLEASE?!?"
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Boy is it weird being referred to as 'Edd'. The whole reason he has the nickname is to not get confused with his friend Ed... Who, if Double D remembered correctly, was currently groveling at Eddy's door after he woke him up for school on a Saturday.
At least he should have until Eddy wakes up to speak with Ice Bear.
"I see... So you prefer this place to the Artic climates?"
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Ice Bear nods, looking around at all the different shops and restaurants. "Yes. Ice Bear is from California, but enjoys coming here for fun and work. Haven't lived in the arctic for years." But now he's curious...
"Where is Edd from?"
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At least that's what the boy assumes. He lives in a world without talking bears, forgive him if he mistook Ice Bear for a zoo animal.
"Me? Oh, um... I live in a Cul-De-Sac... Peach Creek. That's the street name. It's a rather lively neighbourhood if I do say so myself."
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"Ice Bear is tamed by no one. Lives with brothers in California." He doesn't seem offended by the assumption, rather, he's eager to clear that fact up.
"Never been there before. Ice Bear would like to see it sometime. Nexus can be pretty lively as well."