Post by Mituna Captor on Nov 20, 2012 15:33:47 GMT -5
Another adventure in the Dream Bubble, and this time it found its way to the dreams of the residents of Storybrooke, Maine. It was mid-morning when the Dream Bubble anchored itself to the city, allowing the dead dreaming Troll to appear on the streets of Storybrooke.
He stook out like a sore thumb as he wandered about the place. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was going there. He would stop from time to time to gaze into a shop window or two. The things of this strange world called "EAR-THETH" fascinated him and confused him.
Also, it seemed he had lost his helmet upon the Dream Bubble anchoring itself to the city. It left Mituna to quite literally walk blindly around due to the long bangs that covered his dead eyes. Also he'd stop and twitch as air touched the bases of his horns that were usually hidden beneath his helmet.
"WH3R35 MY H4ML37?" He asked light poles, mailboxes, and multiple fire hydrants. ("Where's my hamlet?")
The poor little Troll didn't realize that the objects he was speaking to weren't actual people...
He stook out like a sore thumb as he wandered about the place. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was going there. He would stop from time to time to gaze into a shop window or two. The things of this strange world called "EAR-THETH" fascinated him and confused him.
Also, it seemed he had lost his helmet upon the Dream Bubble anchoring itself to the city. It left Mituna to quite literally walk blindly around due to the long bangs that covered his dead eyes. Also he'd stop and twitch as air touched the bases of his horns that were usually hidden beneath his helmet.
"WH3R35 MY H4ML37?" He asked light poles, mailboxes, and multiple fire hydrants. ("Where's my hamlet?")
The poor little Troll didn't realize that the objects he was speaking to weren't actual people...
