The lights overhead are cold, and Kyle's skin looks paper white under their brutal illumination. His eyes are barely open, the lids flicking up and down spastically.
He can't stand. So he crawls.
"I'm sorry," he manages. "We were just little. I'm sorry. It wasn't... I'm sorry." He slows, barely staying on his hands and knees, crying softly.
II - STOWAWAY
For a perfectly average human from small town Colorado, Kyle has seen an awful lot of aliens in his lifetime. He even speaks one alien language, although he hasn't had any reason to use it since he was a child. He isn't afraid of running into an alien species on board the ship - he had, in fact, been hoping to since that would mean finding someone running the place. His search had led him to the lower decks and eventually the storage bays.
Kyle has never been good at avoiding trouble.
He investigates the pods, noting the broken glass and milky fluid on the floor. "Sick, dude," he mutters loud enough for anybody nearby to hear. "That looks like spooge."
His lips thin as he looks around uneasily. Yeah. This is creepy, and it's time to go. He starts heading for the storage bay exit as softly and quickly as he can. Before he can reach the door, however, he hears something behind him. If you happen to be stood nearby, you'll see the nine-foot pale alien drop down from the ceiling just a few seps behind Kyle. Its mouth is open, drool running freely down its chin, as it looms above him.
Kyle Broflovski | South Park (AU) | OTA
He can't stand.
The lights overhead are cold, and Kyle's skin looks paper white under their brutal illumination. His eyes are barely open, the lids flicking up and down spastically.
He can't stand. So he crawls.
"I'm sorry," he manages. "We were just little. I'm sorry. It wasn't... I'm sorry." He slows, barely staying on his hands and knees, crying softly.
II - STOWAWAY
For a perfectly average human from small town Colorado, Kyle has seen an awful lot of aliens in his lifetime. He even speaks one alien language, although he hasn't had any reason to use it since he was a child. He isn't afraid of running into an alien species on board the ship - he had, in fact, been hoping to since that would mean finding someone running the place. His search had led him to the lower decks and eventually the storage bays.
Kyle has never been good at avoiding trouble.
He investigates the pods, noting the broken glass and milky fluid on the floor. "Sick, dude," he mutters loud enough for anybody nearby to hear. "That looks like spooge."
His lips thin as he looks around uneasily. Yeah. This is creepy, and it's time to go. He starts heading for the storage bay exit as softly and quickly as he can. Before he can reach the door, however, he hears something behind him. If you happen to be stood nearby, you'll see the nine-foot pale alien drop down from the ceiling just a few seps behind Kyle. Its mouth is open, drool running freely down its chin, as it looms above him.
"...It's right behind me, isn't it?" Kyle breathes softly. "Oh, fuck."
Yeah, he could use a hand.
III - Wildcard!
I'll do pretty much anything. Will match format!