Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 10:03:31 GMT -5
(ooc: March 25th)
Dipper had absolutely no idea where he was...not that he completely saw that as a bad thing, no it was all a part of the exploration process. Okay, maybe he was running around blindly in the dark, but it wasn't like he some defenseless child that found himself lost by accident. That was how most of the older members of the Nostalgia Critic's army thought of him so far, as just another child that needed to be sheltered from the violence that was going on in the outside world. That mindset bothered Dipper on so many levels-first off he was twelve years old for Heaven's sake, he wasn't a little boy anymore! And secondly, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He was used to running off by himself and going on all sorts of adventures, even before he found the journal and began to explore the oddities that haunted the region of Gravity Falls. As corny as it sounded, Dipper felt like he was born to do this kind of work, heck he could've spent his whole life doing it. That was probably why he had been especially resistant when he was told to stay in hiding at this Rose's house. It was stripping him of his freedom.
Either way, Dipper rebelled and decided to go off on a quest of his own-to get answers and to uncover clues that mysteriously brought him and the majority of others to this alternate reality. It was late, actually no it was quite early and the boy had been keeping track of people's sleeping tendencies these last couple of days in order to see when the last person went to sleep, or at the least retreated to their quarters for the night. While it did certainly take a toll on his sleeping habits, that wasn't enough to slow him down. Once Dipper was sure that the last person had turned in for the evening, he set off on his journey.
"Nothing." Dipper spoke after he flipped over a couch cushion in the living room, not a strange trace to be found. He rubbed his index finger under his nose and thought. "Well that's odd. There should at least be one hint here according to the book." He continued to ponder, not quite ready to turn in just yet. That was when he recalled a particular house nearby that apparently served as a refugee for older members of the army. "That's it! There's go to be something there, there just has to." And with that, Dipper picked up his flashlight and headed for the Critic's home.
As with Rose's place, most residents had already turned in for the night, leaving the brunette child to explore the area unseen and unheard. He hadn't made much progress yet until he heard the faintest of noises, prompting him to nearly drop his flashlight as he swiveled around, light now beaming on a photo of an acne ridden adolescent Nostalgia Critic. Dipper could've shuddered at the sight, but he was too concern over what could've been the source of the sound. "Ehe...hello is anyone there?" He spoke clearly yet softly, keeping in mind that there were people sleeping-and that he had a cover he wanted to protect.
Dipper had absolutely no idea where he was...not that he completely saw that as a bad thing, no it was all a part of the exploration process. Okay, maybe he was running around blindly in the dark, but it wasn't like he some defenseless child that found himself lost by accident. That was how most of the older members of the Nostalgia Critic's army thought of him so far, as just another child that needed to be sheltered from the violence that was going on in the outside world. That mindset bothered Dipper on so many levels-first off he was twelve years old for Heaven's sake, he wasn't a little boy anymore! And secondly, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He was used to running off by himself and going on all sorts of adventures, even before he found the journal and began to explore the oddities that haunted the region of Gravity Falls. As corny as it sounded, Dipper felt like he was born to do this kind of work, heck he could've spent his whole life doing it. That was probably why he had been especially resistant when he was told to stay in hiding at this Rose's house. It was stripping him of his freedom.
Either way, Dipper rebelled and decided to go off on a quest of his own-to get answers and to uncover clues that mysteriously brought him and the majority of others to this alternate reality. It was late, actually no it was quite early and the boy had been keeping track of people's sleeping tendencies these last couple of days in order to see when the last person went to sleep, or at the least retreated to their quarters for the night. While it did certainly take a toll on his sleeping habits, that wasn't enough to slow him down. Once Dipper was sure that the last person had turned in for the evening, he set off on his journey.
"Nothing." Dipper spoke after he flipped over a couch cushion in the living room, not a strange trace to be found. He rubbed his index finger under his nose and thought. "Well that's odd. There should at least be one hint here according to the book." He continued to ponder, not quite ready to turn in just yet. That was when he recalled a particular house nearby that apparently served as a refugee for older members of the army. "That's it! There's go to be something there, there just has to." And with that, Dipper picked up his flashlight and headed for the Critic's home.
As with Rose's place, most residents had already turned in for the night, leaving the brunette child to explore the area unseen and unheard. He hadn't made much progress yet until he heard the faintest of noises, prompting him to nearly drop his flashlight as he swiveled around, light now beaming on a photo of an acne ridden adolescent Nostalgia Critic. Dipper could've shuddered at the sight, but he was too concern over what could've been the source of the sound. "Ehe...hello is anyone there?" He spoke clearly yet softly, keeping in mind that there were people sleeping-and that he had a cover he wanted to protect.
