A rather baddiwad situation

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~ His hand, oddly numb to most sensation lately, slips for the fifth time and he goes careening headfirst down a rather large pile of garbage, the mountainous waves of trash making up the world that Alex DeLarge has known for the past...how long? He's not sure, himself; time doesn't seem quite right here, almost as if it's either warped out of shape or merely doesn't exist. Even as he shifts while sliding down the garbage pile, attempting to land on his feet, his reactions betray him again and he merely rolls pathetically down, until his body collides with something and he catches himself on it. ~

Urgh...I am betrayed, not only by Bog and All His Holy Angels, sodding lot of good they were, but by my own two rookers as well.

~ Alex sighs, already feeling insect legs scrambling over his skin; all the motion has stirred the bees more than usual, and they buzz angrily in their hive, the vibrations of the noise rumbling through his body. The flies, an ever-present haze around his head, creep along his throat and once again buzz past his slightly parted lips. Angrily, he coughs and once again irritates the bees, then irritating Alex even further. ~

Grazhny insects! If I had but a canister of insecticide; I would breathe it real horrorshow to get a malenky bit of peace.

~ Cursing the hive in his chest a moment longer, he then sighs in frustration and looks at what he's caught himself on. It looks like some gigantic section of piping, possibly plumbing, jutting randomly out of the trash heap he's situated on. His hands are not as nimble as they once were; this is troublesome to him, interesting yet alarming. Now looking up ahead of him, glad to be leaving the garbage mountains of his original prison's environs, he glares up at the city before him, curious despite himself. ~

Viddy that; a city in Hell.

~ With a cautionary pace, Alex abandons the stink and the heat of the baking garbage field behind him, now stepping into this curious new environs. He's fairly exhausted through all the exertion of crawling over the garbage mountains, and the sweat on his skin is still attracting insects that buzz around his head in a constant, irritating cloud. ~