"Hope you realize, you'll be hearing from my lawyer!" Chazz kept his voice raised even as the door slammed in his face. "Maybe you've been living under a rock for a few centuries but the Princeton family is very influential, you can bet that no money will be spared in the lawsuit." Whomever Chazz was trying to address was unmoved as both the door remained closed, and he was still trapped here in Losertown, USA. Admittedly, he'd only listened to about half the speech, because they were the ramblings of a senile old man so he was not a bit concerned for the decay that was supposedly out there throwing the world out of balance. All he wanted was to get back to school.... of all places.
In a huff, he turned away and noticed a bit of a crowd surrounding him, with perplexed gazes. "What are you staring at, show's over!" Then he stormed off down the street.
"Can you guys believe this?" A pause. "Guys?" Still nothing. It was Chazz's turn to be completely buffaloed. "What's taking you to respond? You know I hate waiting." But there would never be an answer. The Ojama that constantly haunted him from the day he first met Ojama Yellow, were just.... gone. At first he didn't know how to feel about that. Originally he'd tried to dump that duel spirit like a hot potato passing him off to the first fool he met but things were a little different now. They kinda understood each other better now, and it was odd for them not to be here.
"Whatever, who needs them." Said dismissively as he marched on.
IV.
"I feel like I'm back in the Slifer Red Dorms," Chazz groused, as he flopped on his bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Or.... in other words, this place is a dump." Or at least it was to anyone who came from a wealthy family, and used to reside in the most prestigious dorm on academy island. Even when he was demoted to Slifer Red, for leaving the grounds without authorization he'd had his room built on as an addition. Chazz just wasn't used to something this simple. It would have to suffice, because he couldn't see himself turning the rotisserie on the corn dog wagon and what else was he qualified for? It's not as if anyone even knew what duel monsters was here, so he couldn't duel professionally like he planned.
Sitting up, he rested an arm on one knee and looked over to the empty bed. Apparently he was in danger of receiving a roommate and he was predicting that they would not get along. He'd have to put his foot down early and let the interloper know that he's already claimed the biggest dresser and the closet, not that he had that many things to fill them up with yet.
That was about the time the door creaked open. Like it or not, it was time to meet the roommate.
Chazz | Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
"Hope you realize, you'll be hearing from my lawyer!" Chazz kept his voice raised even as the door slammed in his face. "Maybe you've been living under a rock for a few centuries but the Princeton family is very influential, you can bet that no money will be spared in the lawsuit." Whomever Chazz was trying to address was unmoved as both the door remained closed, and he was still trapped here in Losertown, USA. Admittedly, he'd only listened to about half the speech, because they were the ramblings of a senile old man so he was not a bit concerned for the decay that was supposedly out there throwing the world out of balance. All he wanted was to get back to school.... of all places.
In a huff, he turned away and noticed a bit of a crowd surrounding him, with perplexed gazes. "What are you staring at, show's over!" Then he stormed off down the street.
"Can you guys believe this?" A pause. "Guys?" Still nothing. It was Chazz's turn to be completely buffaloed. "What's taking you to respond? You know I hate waiting." But there would never be an answer. The Ojama that constantly haunted him from the day he first met Ojama Yellow, were just.... gone. At first he didn't know how to feel about that. Originally he'd tried to dump that duel spirit like a hot potato passing him off to the first fool he met but things were a little different now. They kinda understood each other better now, and it was odd for them not to be here.
"Whatever, who needs them." Said dismissively as he marched on.
IV.
"I feel like I'm back in the Slifer Red Dorms," Chazz groused, as he flopped on his bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Or.... in other words, this place is a dump." Or at least it was to anyone who came from a wealthy family, and used to reside in the most prestigious dorm on academy island. Even when he was demoted to Slifer Red, for leaving the grounds without authorization he'd had his room built on as an addition. Chazz just wasn't used to something this simple. It would have to suffice, because he couldn't see himself turning the rotisserie on the corn dog wagon and what else was he qualified for? It's not as if anyone even knew what duel monsters was here, so he couldn't duel professionally like he planned.
Sitting up, he rested an arm on one knee and looked over to the empty bed. Apparently he was in danger of receiving a roommate and he was predicting that they would not get along. He'd have to put his foot down early and let the interloper know that he's already claimed the biggest dresser and the closet, not that he had that many things to fill them up with yet.
That was about the time the door creaked open. Like it or not, it was time to meet the roommate.