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MegaOscarPwn
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Óscar instantly stood up, grasping onto anything that he could as he made his way into the lockers containing the parachutes, almost tripping and falling down due to the shakes that the plane itself suffered, holding onto a rope that was luckily attached to the metal hull, sighing slightly and grasping his parachute, putting it on and looking around: He was fucked, he had a fear of heights.
"This is safe you imbécil, come on..." he thought to himself, still holding onto the same piece of rope that he had previously grasped, his breathing getting calmer and calmer as time went on, just to raise and go as fast as possible when something happened. "Your turn pal..." the co-pilot said. Those words made his blood freeze, shaking his head before frowning, shaking his head again "Come on, come on, Óscar joder." he kept thinking, the sound of the wind rushing by tormenting him slightly.
"This is safe...right?" he asked, to no one in particular, just to reassure him...which was confirmed by the co-pilot obviously shaking his own head in the seat and lazily replying "Yes, it is, just make sure to pull the rope when you're near the ground." Óscar nodded, going near the door of the plane itself, grasping onto a piece of rope before putting a hand on his cheek, his hand slowly turning into a fist as he sighed loudly.
"I'm not a viking, but still, Valhalla!" he yelled, before jumping out of the plane, trying to distinguish any other person that he could stay near to. He knew it wasn't possible, but some kind of moral support would of have been really, really good right at that moment...but none of that happened, instead he kept yelling in terror as the wind and some water drops hit his face, wiggling in the air.
"Aaaahhh! Ostia puta!"
"This is safe you imbécil, come on..." he thought to himself, still holding onto the same piece of rope that he had previously grasped, his breathing getting calmer and calmer as time went on, just to raise and go as fast as possible when something happened. "Your turn pal..." the co-pilot said. Those words made his blood freeze, shaking his head before frowning, shaking his head again "Come on, come on, Óscar joder." he kept thinking, the sound of the wind rushing by tormenting him slightly.
"This is safe...right?" he asked, to no one in particular, just to reassure him...which was confirmed by the co-pilot obviously shaking his own head in the seat and lazily replying "Yes, it is, just make sure to pull the rope when you're near the ground." Óscar nodded, going near the door of the plane itself, grasping onto a piece of rope before putting a hand on his cheek, his hand slowly turning into a fist as he sighed loudly.
"I'm not a viking, but still, Valhalla!" he yelled, before jumping out of the plane, trying to distinguish any other person that he could stay near to. He knew it wasn't possible, but some kind of moral support would of have been really, really good right at that moment...but none of that happened, instead he kept yelling in terror as the wind and some water drops hit his face, wiggling in the air.
"Aaaahhh! Ostia puta!"
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8 yrs ago
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Oh shit sorry, I'll write something tomorrow, promised.
Gonna write mine aswell if you let me.
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@Prophecy
Oh fuck.
Yeah that's fucked up.
Happy you're fine tho, apart from the nose-breaking-thingy.
Get well son, we need you on the field.
Oh fuck.
Yeah that's fucked up.
Happy you're fine tho, apart from the nose-breaking-thingy.
Get well son, we need you on the field.
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<Snipped quote by shylarah>
No idea what you're on about
Wtf the title
Are you actually blind
Jk
But for real, how haven't you noticed it
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Sorry guise, busy with work and studies, I'll try to be as active as I can :^)
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Óscar suddenly straightens up, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists just before exhaling loudly, nodding at the man, turning his head around to look at him "Fucking hell...you're right, this is the Britain army, they are the best!" he chuckles loudly, a bright smile on his face just before standing up whilst putting his hand on his knee to help himself, putting the other one on the man's shoulder "I sure hope Thor doesn't mess with us on the flight though, he has something for trying to challenge us mortals...". The Spaniard seemed slightly more relaxed, still shaking but smiling nonetheless.
"I'm a Viking..." he thought, the smile turning onto a smirk as he did "Valhalla only awaits those who dare to defy destiny and the gods, besides, our fate is sealed" Óscar then sat on the plane seat's again, crossing his arms and looking at the wall in front of him "My death's hour is already set, guess that's why I don't wear armor". Meanwhile, he saw the Asian woman glance at him while babbling and pulling his hair, which he was already fixing as all of this happened. His gaze then fixated on Belasý and Izkri, the siblings that were as weird as all hell. The first one not liking powers and all, being an overall douche for the moment "Niñata, I'm sure you'll learn to like our powers...", her brother wasn't bad anyway, trying to calm her down and being the only good one of the two, at least from Óscar's point of view.
He turned his head, to look at Jean, the Frenchman "Huh, not sure how I feel about him...the French tip well, that's something good at least" he thought, frowning his eyebrows "But what if he knows about the stuff I did back there, maybe he isn't a fan of it..." these thoughts kept going trough his mind, giving him some time to himself as the previously scared and nervous Spanish male suddenly turned into a quiet and thinking semi-Viking, the beard finally giving him some kind of authority, or at least making him look older and more experienced than everyone in there. "Fuck, no...I don't want to be an ass and pretend I'm a super soldado or some shit like that, hell no..." he quietly says to himself, pulling his beard and playing with it, raising his head and staring at the parachute locker for the meantime.
@Korkoa
"I'm a Viking..." he thought, the smile turning onto a smirk as he did "Valhalla only awaits those who dare to defy destiny and the gods, besides, our fate is sealed" Óscar then sat on the plane seat's again, crossing his arms and looking at the wall in front of him "My death's hour is already set, guess that's why I don't wear armor". Meanwhile, he saw the Asian woman glance at him while babbling and pulling his hair, which he was already fixing as all of this happened. His gaze then fixated on Belasý and Izkri, the siblings that were as weird as all hell. The first one not liking powers and all, being an overall douche for the moment "Niñata, I'm sure you'll learn to like our powers...", her brother wasn't bad anyway, trying to calm her down and being the only good one of the two, at least from Óscar's point of view.
He turned his head, to look at Jean, the Frenchman "Huh, not sure how I feel about him...the French tip well, that's something good at least" he thought, frowning his eyebrows "But what if he knows about the stuff I did back there, maybe he isn't a fan of it..." these thoughts kept going trough his mind, giving him some time to himself as the previously scared and nervous Spanish male suddenly turned into a quiet and thinking semi-Viking, the beard finally giving him some kind of authority, or at least making him look older and more experienced than everyone in there. "Fuck, no...I don't want to be an ass and pretend I'm a super soldado or some shit like that, hell no..." he quietly says to himself, pulling his beard and playing with it, raising his head and staring at the parachute locker for the meantime.
@Korkoa
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