Just giving a nod to the name.
I love how structured everything is - it makes my organizational kink happy. Unfortunately, many of my RP tastes are rather graphic due to sex or violence.
Great game, Magic. <3
Good luck!
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
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-Prods RP with a stick-
Why do I have a sinking feeling that this will be short-lived?
Why do I have a sinking feeling that this will be short-lived?
-Moved to new thread.-
The drive was not a pleasant one.
Each time they stopped or hit a bump or shifted or breathed too deeply the seatbelt locked up and constricted tightly around Genesis' chest. He was exerting a great effort not to lean against Acacia but it was a losing battle, especially with the stop-and-go drive, frequently being jolted back by the seatbelt. Already sitting rather rigidly, each time he shifted or, pulled by the seatbelt, pressed against Acacia's chest he went a bit more tense. This probably made the ride more uncomfortable for both of them; having someone stiff as statue on your lap was probably quite uncomfortable, but Genesis couldn't force himself to relax. He was also making great efforts not to sit on any bombs or weapons.
When another car honked and Vanessa had to swerve a bit, Genesis began to chew his lower lip, nervous.
"We're all going to die in this car..." He murmured.
Back aching and his butt and legs somewhat numb from sitting in such an uncomfortable position, he could not have been happier to reach the parking garage. Scrambling out of the car as soon as they were parked, Genesis got to his feet and shook himself, looking somewhat akin to a dog shaking after a bath. He then stretched and glanced back at the women.
"...next time, I'll ride in the trunk." It was difficult to discern whether or not he had meant it as a joke.
Rifling through his gear, he removed a few more small devices from his bag and stowed them in his pockets. Reluctantly, he murmured a goodbye to Isabella, promising he'd be back soon, then covered the rifle with one of the bags.
Waiting as Acacia planted the explosives, Genesis stretched once more and fumbled with his tie. Flattening out the front of his jacket, they started toward the door.
"I don't think we'll encounter too many locked doors until we get to secured floors." He held parking garage door open for them, then followed them through into corridor containing a pair of elevators. "Do we know what floor the security system is on?"
Each time they stopped or hit a bump or shifted or breathed too deeply the seatbelt locked up and constricted tightly around Genesis' chest. He was exerting a great effort not to lean against Acacia but it was a losing battle, especially with the stop-and-go drive, frequently being jolted back by the seatbelt. Already sitting rather rigidly, each time he shifted or, pulled by the seatbelt, pressed against Acacia's chest he went a bit more tense. This probably made the ride more uncomfortable for both of them; having someone stiff as statue on your lap was probably quite uncomfortable, but Genesis couldn't force himself to relax. He was also making great efforts not to sit on any bombs or weapons.
When another car honked and Vanessa had to swerve a bit, Genesis began to chew his lower lip, nervous.
"We're all going to die in this car..." He murmured.
Back aching and his butt and legs somewhat numb from sitting in such an uncomfortable position, he could not have been happier to reach the parking garage. Scrambling out of the car as soon as they were parked, Genesis got to his feet and shook himself, looking somewhat akin to a dog shaking after a bath. He then stretched and glanced back at the women.
"...next time, I'll ride in the trunk." It was difficult to discern whether or not he had meant it as a joke.
Rifling through his gear, he removed a few more small devices from his bag and stowed them in his pockets. Reluctantly, he murmured a goodbye to Isabella, promising he'd be back soon, then covered the rifle with one of the bags.
Waiting as Acacia planted the explosives, Genesis stretched once more and fumbled with his tie. Flattening out the front of his jacket, they started toward the door.
"I don't think we'll encounter too many locked doors until we get to secured floors." He held parking garage door open for them, then followed them through into corridor containing a pair of elevators. "Do we know what floor the security system is on?"
I will post tonight as soon as I get home.
Mission time, go!
Mission time, go!
Ah. Well then.
Konica said
Well hop in! There's plenty of space in our squad's car.
PICTURE DOESN'T WORK. :(
You know...
...I think we can get it back on the ship if we take the pole with it.
...I think we can get it back on the ship if we take the pole with it.
Same. Let's get going!
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