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smash_logs2012-12-20 02:44 pm
gunplay) wrote in smash_logs2012-12-20 02:44 pm
The Great Excitebike Migration: As Narrated by Sir David Attenborough
Who: Ocelot and ANYONE
What: EXCITEBIKES
Where: Campus hallways.
When: Dec. 20
Warnings: Motocross violence..? And swearing.
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[Seeking warmer dirt tracks free of ice to do sick tricks on, the annual Excitebike migration cuts a detour through the vast open hallways of the campus this year. The herd of tiny blocky motocross racers travels in close groups so as to avoid both predators and being lapped by the leader. Once they're on the move, there is very little that can stop them until they reach a finish line.]
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[Naturally, Ocelot is out on patrol, spinning his guns, when he hears the buzzing of many tiny engines. But it is too late-- there is nowhere to run.]
[He barely has time to scream before they hit him. And when they're gone around the corner and the dust settles, Ocelot is left sprawled on the ground, his Spetsnaz uniform covered in little tire tracks. Déjà vu.]
...Son of a bitch...
What: EXCITEBIKES
Where: Campus hallways.
When: Dec. 20
Warnings: Motocross violence..? And swearing.
[BBBBBBBBBBBBBB...]
[Seeking warmer dirt tracks free of ice to do sick tricks on, the annual Excitebike migration cuts a detour through the vast open hallways of the campus this year. The herd of tiny blocky motocross racers travels in close groups so as to avoid both predators and being lapped by the leader. Once they're on the move, there is very little that can stop them until they reach a finish line.]
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[Naturally, Ocelot is out on patrol, spinning his guns, when he hears the buzzing of many tiny engines. But it is too late-- there is nowhere to run.]
[He barely has time to scream before they hit him. And when they're gone around the corner and the dust settles, Ocelot is left sprawled on the ground, his Spetsnaz uniform covered in little tire tracks. Déjà vu.]
...Son of a bitch...
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[He flips his wrist at Jensen and tries again to get to his feet, this time managing to stay up. He tries brushing the tracks off of his clothes, but doesn't seem to be succeeding much.]
[He finally gives Jensen a long look, studying him.[
Head of security? Have you been doing that here long?
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[ ... Not that long actually but honestly. He's not going to let you change the topic, Ocelot, and look what just popped up in his AR display.
... Urgh. Gotta make himself useful and appeal to his ego, huh?
> APPEASE ]
I'm not an amateur. I fully intend to take care of this and see to it that it won't happen again, but I need you to work with me. I can see that you're quick on your feet again if something knocks you down, but that doesn't mean that the same can be said for the others, too. I just want to make sure that everyone's safe.