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[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]This world closely resembled facets of the real one. No, it wouldn't be appropriate to label this as 'un-real'. It was more like an alternate version of their own realm - yes, that sounded much more accurate.  "Ah'm gettin' hungry," she drawled.  When she had initially arrived the young woman had been intensely wary of her bizarre surroundings, struggling with her own ignorance and bemusement. It wasn't terribly long before she settled into some semblance of a routine when it came to day-to-day living. The transition hadn't even been the target of her ire, oddly enough. Though, she still found it somewhat inconvenient due to the timing and lack of supplies she had to work with.   "Let's see."  Bell traveled light as she moved about in an aimless fashion, the freedom to go wherever she liked quickly taken advantage of. The items she bothered to carry were deemed crucial to her welfare for a multitude of reasons. Her pack, for example, was a necessity. Precious food, toiletries, and medicine could be stored there in small amounts. There was also that interesting device tucked away at her waist - she needed to make sure such a curious item remained with her at all times. It hummed with power and warmth and it was undeniably hers. How odd to feel a connection toward something so utterly lifeless.  "Here we go."  She fished out a granola bar from her pack, her belly having demanded some form of sustenance. Bell bit into it, savoring the flavor and texture as she took her time. The sight of hills greeted her as she surveyed her surroundings with her single eye and took a seat upon plush grasses, relishing the moment of uninterrupted peace.  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ @anyone ■

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[Leyton Thomson]

This place, where ever it was, seemed endless and barren. No towers, no people, not even a newspaper kiosk. It was as if Leyton dropped into a parallel universe, the exact opposite of Syracuse; the air was breathable, the sun wasn't blocked by towering masses of concrete and metal, and no people complaining about any and everything, just nature; peaceful, bliss filled nature. Leyton didn't know if he should panic or enjoy the change of pace, though all of this walking was unusual for him, as he would usually be reading the latest jump right about now. 

A low growl emitted from Leyton's stomach, much to his dismay, he was getting hungry having gotten sucked into his computer before breakfast. He gripped his irritated belly, and let out a light groan, "Why did I have to get warped where ever I am before Breakfast...", this situation would almost be bearable if he had a single hint of food, berries, nuts, anything wold suffice until he found a path home. "My phone!" he reached into his pocket beaming with realization, he alway shad his phone on him, never leaving home without it. After rooting through his pockets, he pulled out a strange blue device. It didn't look like anything like his phone, but more like a clunky mp3 player, adding to his dismay. "Awww when did I pick up this piece of junk!" he bellowed aloud, stamping his palm onto his face. 

A light breeze worked its way across the foothills, a familiar scent coming with it, granola? Food?! Whipping his head around he narrowed his eyes looking for the source of the smell, in the distance he spotted a figure a few yards away. It'd be a long shot, but that person whoever they were might be the blessing Leyton needed right now. 

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]The wind was blowing leisurely and the sky had remained blessedly clear. The days before had been much more nippy than she'd have liked. This was mostly due to her having come from the northern regions where the chill dominated the airs and snow was commonplace. She finished off the remnants of her bar, licking her fingers free of any crumbs that might have clung there. Her stomach had stopped its persistent grumbling, and she felt a much needed energy seep throughout the entirety of her form.  "Break's over," she said, licking her lips.  Before she stood she fished out a stick of chapstick, applying them to the slightly crackled layer of flesh that were her lips. The medicine did its work, leaving the skin moist and painless. Sticking both trash and chapstick within seperate pouches she stood with a quiet grunt, stretching her limbs and yawning as she did so. When she turned her head she quickly caught the sight of a distant figure whom was steadily approaching. Bell's working eye revealed her surprise at the sight. Humans were sparsely populated when it came to the Digital World. They were uncommon in comparison to most and she had yet to run into more than a handful.  "Hm."  Bell had tempted to turn away and ignore their presence, but, she remained firmly in place, her hands stuffed into her jean pockets.  "Whatcha want, stranger? Yah lost or somethin'?"  The woman took notice to his distinctive features and superior height, cocking her head to the side while her red mane whipped about as the wind rushed by.  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Leyton Thomson  ■

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Feeling the light breeze blow her hair, Marie adjusted her hat some to keep it from blowing off. Frankly, Marie had little clue as to just where she was. The environment around her was made of verdant plains, grass blanketing the area. Not a single cloud was in the sky, warm sunrays washing the area. It was like the western regions of America, like the ones the native Americans once lived on! To a city slicker like herself, it was a very foreign environment that she was unused to, not at all like her home back in New York. 

Now the question was obvious. How did she find herself here from her comfy little apartment back home? Awfully convenient that she also happened to wake up here with her duffel bag full of stuff. Luckily, already figured out a reason as to why she was here. Obviously, this was just a really realistic dream she was having! Only real explanation as to why she just sorta woke up here. While she had been wandering aimlessly for a good half hour now, not a care in the world... she was perplexed though that nothing had been happening. She's had in the past some funky dreams, so she was surprised to see this one go for so long with nothing happening. "Huh... still feels like this dream has been going on for quite awhile actually." The girl would wonder to herself. She experimentally tried pinching herself awake, but all it did was just make her wince slightly. The girl puffed her cheeks up in annoyance. Oookay, that wasn't working. She must have been dream pinching herself, not actually pinching herself. "Oh gawd, do I need to like gnaw my arm off or somethin'?"

However, before the rather "eccentric" girl could do anything rash involving her teeth, she notice off in the distance two figures... Now logic states that one should not just randomly talk to strangers, but this WAS a dream after all. You don't HAVE to follow normal logic here. Besides, this dream was boring as balls. Before she could go and skip towards their direction, maybe get their attention... she felt her balance tip, she tripping on something. The girl for a moment scrambled back up, she noticing that what she tripped on was... some kinda bootleg red IPhone? Well... it looked neat either way, so the blonde girl ended up bending down to pick it up, tossing it into her bag before continuing to head towards the strangers.

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton stopped in his tracks, the female's voice caught his attention. Her voice was like a siren's melody, serenading him with her feminine yet sonorous tone; that or the hunger was making him hallucinate, it was a toss up really. Taking a chance he bolted towards the figure with great gusto, feet thumping across the hills as he sprinted up and down them almost in a pattern. The dry grass shifting under his weight, the smell of pollen filling his nostrils, and irritating his eyes. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and continued his pace legs sore from the excessive running. "Stay put!" he rang from across the feild, the stranger's figure becoming more curvaceous, this was almsot liek a blessing, a beautiful woman to feed him in his time of need. 

He began to vividely imagine the situation as he continued his pace,laying his head on her lap, she feeding him fresh granola piece, it'd be paradise. Then again he had noclue what she looked like, those curves could turn into rolls in the blink of an eye. No matter, Ley was far too hungry to be picky. Caught up in his thoughts, Leyton tripped over his own foot and fell face first into the grass. With a light thump, his head bounced off of the ground. "Ow..." he mumbled. Was this the end? Could he starve here and teh stranger goes on about their buisness? No! It wouldn't end liek this by any means! "Hungry!" he wailed, dragging himself up the last hill to the stranger.  

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]was he some sort of lost idiot who's guardian had somehow misplaced him?  that was, unfortunately, belmont's first impression of the stranger. he had now successfully crawled toward her feet, whining and muttering nonsensically as he did so. it was a pathetic yet amusing sight, and the young woman struggled not the smile. instead, she twisted her features to reveal a slightly annoyed look, her hip cocked and her small hand settling upon it's curve.  "hungry?"  hm. ah wonder what ah should do to twist this in my favor?  she had several bars within her possession that were considered a precious resource, one that she wouldn't simply give away without dam good reason. but, she wasn't cruel enough to let the fool expire before her. deciding to instead showcase her dominance, she produced a single bar and waggled it before the male.  "want this?"  the country girl continued to wave it, intending for the scent to waft in his direction.  "sit. like a good boy. and ah'll consider it."  the corner of her lip slid upward, an arrogant gleam in her eye. her look became frozen for a moment as she took notice to the distant shape of a young woman who was approaching.  "another one?" she muttered, crossing her arms. odd.  "stay," she said, addressing the male with obvious authority. "or you'll go hungry."  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Leyton Thomson @marie  ■

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The patriotically-clothed girl skipped closer, she identifying the two individuals as both a young man and woman. Oh cool, that girl had an eye patch! While she'd make a pirate remark towards her, even dream people had feelings after all. Regardless, Marie put a smile on her face as she placed a hand on her hip, raising the other high into the hair as she got closer. "Heyo my fellow dreamy compadres! How's the dream weather today this dream Monday! Or is it a dream Sunday? Can't bloody tell these days." She'd say, failing to recognize if she was intruding on something.

While initially ethusiastic, even the hyperactive girl had to admit, she needed to get straight to the point. While it is nice to meet new people, even if there were not real... she really did need to figure out a way to wake up. Being comatose for too long was probably a bad thing, especially since she lived on her own. "Okay, I admit. So far this dream sucks. I mean even a nightmare would be more fun at this point. Nothing has been going on, and I tried pinchin' myself awake, but that don't seem to work. Got any quick pointers you guys can throw at me?" She'd ramble for a bit, glancing at the white-haired guy slightly. He looked a bit like a starved, wild animal honestly with the looks he seemed to be giving to them. Pretty funny looking she had to admit!

"Name's Marie by the way! Nice to meet ya'll!" She'd say with a cheeky smile, warmth and friendliness practically dripping from her voice.

[Leyton Thomson]

Sit like a dog? That was downright demeaning; Leyton was a man sort of. While he wouldn't mind playing house with the stranger, hunger was his primary concern! Then again he could toss his pride aside and be her pooch, who knows maybe if he's good she'll give him a real 'treat.' This just might work, he could act like a dog, roll around a bit, she'll be oh so pleased, offer, him a place to stay and when the iron is hot, he'll strike out of nowhere. Hm, he'd get the food and the girl. "I.. I am not a dog... But.." he gulped, if he did this thing might just get better, then again how could things get any better.

A second feminine voice rang like a harmony to Leyton's ears; he looked over to her, a blonde, a patriotic blonde, going on about something, a dream? She was adorable but, she seemed, out of it... Then again she was definitely his type, curvy and- Distracting! The red head was distracted and talking to the other girl, and the sweet, sweet, taste of granola was mere inches away. Licking his lips, Leyton felt a second wind rush through his body; bravery wasn't his thing, but his life was at stake. With a hop, he lunged at the Granola bar in an attempt to swipe it from the dainty hand of the first girl.

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]the bitch is crazy.  her flat expression revealed nothing as she allowed for her focus to remain on the woman. it was so utterly obvious that she was a 'newstart', especially since she had assumed this particular situation was little more than a dream -  a figment of her imagination. inwardly, she found it amusing. outwardly, she allowed her expression to become pinched with displeasure.   "ah ain't a dream," belmont replied, sharply. "so ah'd suggest yah speak good and proper. it's belmont. and this here is..." huh.  the young woman hadn't gotten a name out of the fellow as of yet. he looked like he was going to be obedient, at least. so, gaining that sort of knowledge wouldn't be terribly difficult as long as she maintained an appropriate level of control. now, all she had to do was -  "hey! what are you doin'?"  the damn male had snatched the bar right out of her grasp. she immediately released a noise akin to a snarl that slipped past her curling lips, round features twisted as she moved to sloppily tackle the spikey-haired fellow.   "yah varmit! ah'll teach yah to steal what's mine. give yah a good beatin' 'til yah learn what's what."  the redhead would move to claw at his grip, intending to cover his body with her own, reaching for the precious food item while doing so.  "leggo. leggo. leggo!"  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Leyton Thomson @marie ■

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Despite her friendliness, Marie noted that the girl looked a bit grumpy towards her, she claiming she was not a dream. Marie raised an eyebrow partially, though she was quick to smile again. She never considered that she wasn't dreaming... she was actually stranded in the middle of nowhere! They were probably going to starve and get eaten by wolves... that sounded freaking awesome! "So this ain't a dream? Well, that probably explains not being able to wake up. I was about to gnaw my goddam arm off to see if that'd wake me up until I noticed you guys!" She'd interrupt the red-haired girl's speech, she at least managing to catch part of her name. However, before either girl could say anything else, Marie noticed the bulkier man seem to act a bit shifty... snatching what looked some kinda snack bar from the girl's hand.

Oh dang... did that guy really just try and steal snatch something from out of this girl's nose? Daaang, how rude! Seeing the ginger dive for the young man, Marie saw it fit to assist her in that manner, attempting to tackle him down to the ground as well. She wasn't a athlete, but hey it should help!  "Jerk! Don't steal without permission!" She'd say aloud. Normally Marie was a pretty lax girl when it came to alot of things, but she refused to just stand around like a dork when something like this happens.

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton had the bar in his grasp, just about to tear open it's Granola goodness, he coudl taste it now; soft and oh so sweet. The oats massaging his tender taste buds as the sugars shift the base of his tongue it was Granola heaven sealed inside of a plastic prison. He was just about to indulge himself up util he was tackled to the ground, "N..No!" the red head was faster than she seemed. Tackling him onto the dried spring grass, Leyton's head bouncing off of the ground with a thud. With all of the adrenaline left in his body he hoisted the bar into the air, as the ginger clawed at his in an attempt to retrieve her stolen bar.

Not too soon after Lady Belemont tackled him the blonde joined in, adding to the weight on Leyton's well toned back. This was a dream come true, two beautiful women seizing his presence, though he imagined this going smoother without the granola bar and pain. "I...I was going to give it back! After I-" a light bulb went off in Leyton's silvery dome... Tickle the ginger and he can just drag the Blonde since she seemed lighter. "You ladies are adorabel and all but, take this!" reaching behind himself with his free arm despite it being near contorted in his position Leyton made an effort to tickle Belemont's side

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]"wha - aha!"  the man had managed to catch her side, the cloth of her shirt thin and vulnerable to the wriggling fingers. "oho!"  it was a damn shame that she was ticklish -because rough laughter immediately slipped past her lips. "aha!"  her malicious expression was quickly replaced by a look of merriment. the expression was much more pleasant comparison to her previously held one, and tears soon came to her eyes as she guffawed and wriggled. "yah - yah bastard!" after she had rolled off of the white-haired male and managed to take leave of his reach she cast him a withering glare. the young woman's cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved for a moment, attempting to recapture her lost breath quickly as she continued to openly glare at the man.  "ah'll choke yah out right quick. yah hear me?" she growled, lowly.  suddenly a thought crossed the forefront of her mind and her sneer lessened.   "hold up. ya'll don't look too savvy 'bout anythin' 'round here." belmont's eyes squinted as though she was slightly bemused by this single observation. "and no... partners." she scanned their surroundings and stood upon her two legs, her scowl just as prominent as before.  "lemme see yer devices. they should look like this."  plucking the device from her waist she held it up as a visual example.  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Leyton Thomson @marie ■

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Good news was the both girls' plan to girlpile this lucky(?) man worked pretty well at keeping him pinned down for a second. Bad news was that when her partner found assaulted by the spare hands of the white-hair dude via tickling, Marie losing her help briefly as Belmont got off to catch her breath. "Oh come on, seriously girl? A lil' half-hearted tickling and your done? Weak bra!" Marie would yell as she attempted to weigh down the bulky man, but sadly that was not as effective now. 

Despite having her associate no longer aiding her in stopping the funny white-haired man, Marie did not let go. Of course, being at a petite 90ish pounds, she was much less of a weight on him. Oh well, you didn't need weight when you had teeth. Before Marie got any bite-related ideas though, she was thankfully distracted by miss Belmont intervening, telling them to hold up for a moment. "Hey, hobo! Calm down and forget that dumb granola bar for a sec' will ya? It doesn't even have chocolate chips for peeps sake! She's trying to say something!" She'd say to the man, who she happened to still be attempting to weigh down. 

Should he subside to the ginger's request, Marie would finally get off him, she noticing something oddly familiar in Belmont's hand. Oh hey! It was that same device she found when she tripped on it earlier! Wonder how common these things were? Had to be pretty common if she just happened to trip on one like junk! "Oh cool! You've got the same kind of bootleg IPhone as I do!" She'd say, digging into the duffel bag she had left on the ground when a bit earlier ago she had tackled the young man, she pulling out the red device. "I just found it a couple of minutes ago before I saw you folks!" 

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton was delighted that the fiery red-head was ticklish, that at least would be useful if she attempted to correct him again... Though being choked out sounded painful, to say the least, "Hey you could wrap your arms around me any day red." he gave her a cocky smirk, "I'm lucky to have ran into a pair of beautiful women like yourselves. I would of gone hungry."

He remained on the ground for aesthetic reasons.... Yep aesthetic reasons. The taller of the two women commanded him to pull out a 'device.', pulling out a similar device to the piece of junk he had found in his pocket. "Yeah, I have one of those."

Cooperating, Leyton pulled out a white device similar to that of the two girls before him, he didn't think much of it as it seemed like some random trash he had probably stuffed in his pocket. His concern was still with the granola bar,though Mrs. Belemonts offer of choking him was still fresh in his mind... What would she choke him with was the question?

Leyton unwrapped the granola bar and swiftly shoved it into his mouth devouring it whole. "Hey, do you have any more gr-" Leyton gasped, clutching his throat. He pounded his chest in an attempt to dislodge the bar, but the entire granola bar was stuck in his gulet.

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]ah'm dealin' with idiots.  may the gods and whatever resides above or below aid her in this time of need. unfortunately, it appeared as though she was on her own when it came to this particular endeavor. the one-eyed redhead resettled her free hand upon her hip, continuing to hold out the device that she herself owned.  "yer spirit users," she growled, lowly. "fuck - ah can't believe ah gotta explain - yah got the power to transform into the natives here. yah here? they're real strange lookin'. some are like animals, even"  they still were in the midst of looking quite fools.  "tch. right."  belmont ran fingers through her tossled mane, her features scrunched up to reveal her own frustrations.  "fuckin'..."  she grunted.  "ah'll just show yah. better be watchin'. ah'll only do this once fer yah."  might as well. the likelihood that they would be able to comprehend verbal instruction was infuriatingly low. and, since she had just goten the hang of it, she saw no issue in transformation.  "execute..."  thin strips of data wrapped themselves securely around her human form, the intense vibrations of her device triggering their very appearance. when they had faded it revealed a curious being, the grizzled creature - a gazimon, to be exact - settled comfortably upon two legs and sporting lengthy claws and teeth. its eyes revealed the same fire that the redhead's held.  he's chokin'. huh. surprise. can't even eat right.  dark eyes focused upon the struggling male before the transformed belmont lunged forward, intending to slam into the white-haired male's belly with her smaller form.  "yah ate my fuckin' bar! bitch!"  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ @marie Leyton Thomson  ■

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