[[ i got most my starters done while i was at work besides 2 for some indie blogs, which ill get to soon. Ill still take some more starters if anyones wanting one tho!! I get a lot less busy on the weekends cause im not working both my jobs so i should have enough steam to keep going

@lunaticdevotionist

This wasn’t the kind of train Ballman was used too, but that only fueled his excitement. Sadly, he wasn’t here to hitch a ride, he was here to try to find a map or something to indicate where exactly he was seeing as he didn’t quite stick around long enough for the recorded message to tell him. If he knew anything about large cities, the best place to get information about where you are is public transport.

He might need to walk for a good long while, so he looked around for anyone he might be able to ask. Sure enough the masked fellow caught his eye the quickest. He tailed the man for a short while before cutting him off. “Hey beaks, you look like you know a thing or two. Got any idea where I can get a map or somethin??”

@candykraken

Ballman pulled himself onto the lid of the dumpster with a short grunt. His search for anything remotely useful in it had proven to be fruitless. To think a town with this much electronics would be a little more sparing in its liter, but he’d just have to move on and keep looking. That was going to have to wait though as hunger pains suddenly reminded of how he hadn’t eaten anything since long before he got here.

He hopped down from the dumpster with a bit of a wobble and leaned against the corner of the alleyway, slipping his catcher’s mitt back on while scanning for someone he could interrogate. As soon as he made eye contact with the inkling, he gave a wide toothy grin.

“Hey sweet cheeks, know any good food joints round here??”

@princeofthemadhouse

Here he thought that Ballville was big, this place seemed to just keep going. It was almost overwhelming, but that only made him more determined to learn the place inside and out. He took his time going down every alleyway and sidestreet he could find looking for anything of interest. So far that something happened to be the fire escape that hung from the side of the current building. Too bad he couldn’t reach the pull down ladder, and its not as if the dinky little plastic toy was going to help any seeing as it was barely the size of his forearm..

Clearly he was going to need some help. He stepped out of the alleyway and waited for someone to come by, slipping his hands into his pockets and whistling from the cracked gap in his front teeth.

[[ I’m about to go back to work, but like this post for a starter and I’ll get to it after I’m off!! I’ll probably cap at 5 atm but it’s likely that I’ll do more tbh

Ballman awoke with a barely muffled whine. He felt horrible. He’d remembered falling asleep on the metal stairs of zone 2 which were not all that comfortable in all fairness, but this felt off.. The air was different here. Not near as plastic and stale as he remembered falling asleep in. What just happened anyway?? It didn’t take long for the sickening smell of antiseptics to put a pit in his stomach. He sat up and stretched his shoulders a bit anxiously, throwing his legs over the edge of the table before checking his person and the room. Everything about him seemed fine at least, beyond the joke of a toy bat in his left hand. With an irritated huff, he tucked the toy into his belt, got up and started scanning the room for his actual bat, as well as an exit. The light of the television turning on cut his search rather quickly. He cocked his head and snorted, laughing in mild amusement as the figure fumbled with the camera.

His expression immediately dropped into horror as the figure backed up to reveal what he was wearing. In a panic, Ballman grabbed the nearest object which happened to be a chair and hurled it at the screen, cutting the recording short in a smoking shatter.

He nearly tripped on the edge of the table while hurriedly scanning the room for a way out. The door was thankfully easy to find and the minute he was outside he bolted for it. With each pump of his legs, he ran like the professional athlete he supposedly looked like, shoving aside anyone that was unlucky enough to be in his way. As soon as he could he ducked into an alleyway and slid to the furthest corner of it before dropping himself on his ass to catch his breath as well as his nerve.

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