[Waking up in an unfamiliar place, feeling beat all to hell, with no idea how he got there, is not Johnny's idea of a good time. Neither is drowning, but the universe has literally never cared about what Johnny wants, and it's not about to start now, hence the tide coming in.]
[A wave crashes over him, soaking his already waterlogged clothes and dragging him back across the sand, towards the ocean. Johnny immediately digs his nails in, tries to claw his way out of the water, but it's hard to gain traction on non-solid ground. It doesn't help that he's fighting against the pull of the tide and his own dead weight, which makes dragging himself forward by just his arms a near-herculean task.]
[Not that Johnny's any stranger to impossible odds - whether someone comes along to give him a hand or not, he is damn well gonna get safely onto dry land.]
SCENARIO THREE
[Johnny is already real sick of this place, but he's even more sick of waking up in unfamiliar surroundings without any idea how he got there. It looks like some sort of...festival? He's not sure, there's bonfires and dancing but beyond that he doesn't have a clue what's going on. The way he figures, the best way he can find out is to just roll up to someone and ask - maybe someone'll be able to explain the disembodied voices he keeps hearing, too.]
Hey - you got a minute?
SCENARIO FOUR
[Johnny doesn't know shit about mythology, but he understands irony just fine. He's not sure whose responsible for all this, but he's sure they must find it hi-larious to turn an ex-jocky into a goddamn horse. Johnny sure as hell ain't laughing, but there's fuck-all he can do about the situation since he's even less mobile with four legs than he was with two. At least as a human he could wheel himself around, as a kelpie he's shit out of luck outside the water.]
[Anyone who happens by the lake he's taken refuge in will maybe want to find another place to swim, unless they want to get tangled up with a pissed off monster horse that's just barely treading enough water to keep his head above the surface. He looks ornery and likely to bite anyone who gets too close or makes the mistake of thinking he's an easy target. Judging by the abandoned rifle floating nearby, and the suspicious amount of red tinge in the water surrounding him, it's probably safe to say some unfortunate hunter already made that mistake - and paid for it.]
Johnny Joestar | JJBA: Steel Ball Run
[Waking up in an unfamiliar place, feeling beat all to hell, with no idea how he got there, is not Johnny's idea of a good time. Neither is drowning, but the universe has literally never cared about what Johnny wants, and it's not about to start now, hence the tide coming in.]
[A wave crashes over him, soaking his already waterlogged clothes and dragging him back across the sand, towards the ocean. Johnny immediately digs his nails in, tries to claw his way out of the water, but it's hard to gain traction on non-solid ground. It doesn't help that he's fighting against the pull of the tide and his own dead weight, which makes dragging himself forward by just his arms a near-herculean task.]
[Not that Johnny's any stranger to impossible odds - whether someone comes along to give him a hand or not, he is damn well gonna get safely onto dry land.]
SCENARIO THREE
[Johnny is already real sick of this place, but he's even more sick of waking up in unfamiliar surroundings without any idea how he got there. It looks like some sort of...festival? He's not sure, there's bonfires and dancing but beyond that he doesn't have a clue what's going on. The way he figures, the best way he can find out is to just roll up to someone and ask - maybe someone'll be able to explain the disembodied voices he keeps hearing, too.]
Hey - you got a minute?
SCENARIO FOUR
[Johnny doesn't know shit about mythology, but he understands irony just fine. He's not sure whose responsible for all this, but he's sure they must find it hi-larious to turn an ex-jocky into a goddamn horse. Johnny sure as hell ain't laughing, but there's fuck-all he can do about the situation since he's even less mobile with four legs than he was with two. At least as a human he could wheel himself around, as a kelpie he's shit out of luck outside the water.]
[Anyone who happens by the lake he's taken refuge in will maybe want to find another place to swim, unless they want to get tangled up with a pissed off monster horse that's just barely treading enough water to keep his head above the surface. He looks ornery and likely to bite anyone who gets too close or makes the mistake of thinking he's an easy target. Judging by the abandoned rifle floating nearby, and the suspicious amount of red tinge in the water surrounding him, it's probably safe to say some unfortunate hunter already made that mistake - and paid for it.]