[ Waking up face-first in the sand is hardly Squalo's idea of a good time. As far as he remembers, he wasn't on any sort of a ship or plane that could have lead to this situation. Did he die? Was this somebody's shitty idea of Hell? Might as well be, considering he's soaked head to toe, and now there's sand clinging to his wet hair, as well. ]
[ He rinses off in the ocean the best he can and goes to check his belongings. His artificial hand is still working, luckily, and his sword blade may or may not have made it as well, but that's about where the luck ends. His cellphone, apparently not as waterproof as the warranty suggested, isn't picking up any signals, and he's losing his patience quicker than his battery charge. ]
[ If you happen to be nearby, you might notice a tall, lean figure with four feet of hair striding across the beach with Karen-esque determination before swearing loudly and throwing a phone into the sand in frustration. ]
--II. Network
[ Well. Time for round two. His own cell might not be working, but he does also have a prehistoric walkie on him for whatever reason, so he's going to try his luck. His voice easily cuts through the static, too loud for comfort to anybody who hasn't turned their volume down. ]
Hey! Anybody alive out there? Hello? S-O-S? C'mon, you piece of crap, work!!
--III. Exploring
[ Well. For all of his spending some time in pretty shitty places, he's a city boy in his heart, and survival in a goddamn uninhabited island is certainly not one of his strong suits. He leans in suspiciously to examine some very colourful berries. ]
That's definitely poisonous, isn't it? Well, fuck you too, nature. [ He gestures with his right hand extensively as he talks. ] Hey, how did you end up here? This isn't some kinda hidden camera bullshit, right?
Squalo Superbi // Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
[ Waking up face-first in the sand is hardly Squalo's idea of a good time. As far as he remembers, he wasn't on any sort of a ship or plane that could have lead to this situation. Did he die? Was this somebody's shitty idea of Hell? Might as well be, considering he's soaked head to toe, and now there's sand clinging to his wet hair, as well. ]
[ He rinses off in the ocean the best he can and goes to check his belongings. His artificial hand is still working, luckily, and his sword blade may or may not have made it as well, but that's about where the luck ends. His cellphone, apparently not as waterproof as the warranty suggested, isn't picking up any signals, and he's losing his patience quicker than his battery charge. ]
[ If you happen to be nearby, you might notice a tall, lean figure with four feet of hair striding across the beach with Karen-esque determination before swearing loudly and throwing a phone into the sand in frustration. ]
--II. Network
[ Well. Time for round two. His own cell might not be working, but he does also have a prehistoric walkie on him for whatever reason, so he's going to try his luck. His voice easily cuts through the static, too loud for comfort to anybody who hasn't turned their volume down. ]
Hey! Anybody alive out there? Hello? S-O-S? C'mon, you piece of crap, work!!
--III. Exploring
[ Well. For all of his spending some time in pretty shitty places, he's a city boy in his heart, and survival in a goddamn uninhabited island is certainly not one of his strong suits. He leans in suspiciously to examine some very colourful berries. ]
That's definitely poisonous, isn't it? Well, fuck you too, nature. [ He gestures with his right hand extensively as he talks. ] Hey, how did you end up here? This isn't some kinda hidden camera bullshit, right?