[Waking up] [When you take a flying leap off a speeding steam engine, you don't really expect to wake up in a stuffy hotel room with your girl nowhere to be seen, and some annoying gadget ringing next to the bed. Ladd couldn't remember the last time this had happened, to be perfectly honest.
He's a tough one, though, and he quickly shrugs off whatever that buzzing in his head is before checking on the other one. The lobby. Others, huh?
Well, it'd be rude to keep people waiting, and Ladd's looking for some answers himself. He makes his way down there posthaste. He basically skips into the lobby, hands in his pockets and suit jacket slung over his should because honestly it's just too damn hot.]
Yeesh, did New York decide to get super stuffy just for me?
[It should be noted that his clothes, presumably supposed to be all white, sure do have spots of bright red on them. Yes, especially the jacket.
Grin fixed on his face, Ladd turns to the nearest person, head tilting slightly.]
Hey. You look like you don't work here, but seeing as there's no one else that looks like they do, looks like I'm stuck here a while. And it just so happens that I've got a really important question.
[His grin stays, but anyone looking closely enough will note how his teeth grind together.]
You see a woman round here? Blonde, real dame. Probably still in a white dress?
[McMurder] [Ladd strolls over to the body with more vigor than when he discovered exactly what a "McDonald's" was. He can't stop himself from getting his hands on that chicken mask, inspecting it, but not removing it. Yet.]
Well, would'ya look at that? First day here, I get to try some of the best food I've ever tasted, and now I get to just happen upon a dead guy in the parking lot!
[He chuckles giddily while he looks over the body.] Damn, you really took some hits then, didn't you? Must've been quite a fight. Or not. Maybe you're stupid mask got in the way, or you were too scared to react.
[Ladd audibly laughs, jumping to his feet. Either he doesn't notice all the blood smeared on his hands, or he simply doesn't care. Possibly both.]
Ha! Get it? Sucker's a chicken. He probably got spooked by someone else and they made it quick on him. What a sap.
[Night Life] [Chicago's got nothing on this.
The lights, the colors, it's all like nothing Ladd's ever experienced before. He just wants to stand here, awash in the glow of nightclubs and whatever else they have around here. He's downright ecstatic.]
Ohoho, yeah! This is it! Man, I gotta come back here sometime, bring the boys, and Lua of course! So much to do! So little time, and so many colors! I don't even know what to do first!
Ladd Russo | Baccano!
[When you take a flying leap off a speeding steam engine, you don't really expect to wake up in a stuffy hotel room with your girl nowhere to be seen, and some annoying gadget ringing next to the bed. Ladd couldn't remember the last time this had happened, to be perfectly honest.
He's a tough one, though, and he quickly shrugs off whatever that buzzing in his head is before checking on the other one. The lobby. Others, huh?
Well, it'd be rude to keep people waiting, and Ladd's looking for some answers himself. He makes his way down there posthaste. He basically skips into the lobby, hands in his pockets and suit jacket slung over his should because honestly it's just too damn hot.]
Yeesh, did New York decide to get super stuffy just for me?
[It should be noted that his clothes, presumably supposed to be all white, sure do have spots of bright red on them. Yes, especially the jacket.
Grin fixed on his face, Ladd turns to the nearest person, head tilting slightly.]
Hey. You look like you don't work here, but seeing as there's no one else that looks like they do, looks like I'm stuck here a while. And it just so happens that I've got a really important question.
[His grin stays, but anyone looking closely enough will note how his teeth grind together.]
You see a woman round here? Blonde, real dame. Probably still in a white dress?
[McMurder]
[Ladd strolls over to the body with more vigor than when he discovered exactly what a "McDonald's" was. He can't stop himself from getting his hands on that chicken mask, inspecting it, but not removing it. Yet.]
Well, would'ya look at that? First day here, I get to try some of the best food I've ever tasted, and now I get to just happen upon a dead guy in the parking lot!
[He chuckles giddily while he looks over the body.] Damn, you really took some hits then, didn't you? Must've been quite a fight. Or not. Maybe you're stupid mask got in the way, or you were too scared to react.
[Ladd audibly laughs, jumping to his feet. Either he doesn't notice all the blood smeared on his hands, or he simply doesn't care. Possibly both.]
Ha! Get it? Sucker's a chicken. He probably got spooked by someone else and they made it quick on him. What a sap.
[Night Life]
[Chicago's got nothing on this.
The lights, the colors, it's all like nothing Ladd's ever experienced before. He just wants to stand here, awash in the glow of nightclubs and whatever else they have around here. He's downright ecstatic.]
Ohoho, yeah! This is it! Man, I gotta come back here sometime, bring the boys, and Lua of course! So much to do! So little time, and so many colors! I don't even know what to do first!
[Don't pinch him, he doesn't want to wake up.]