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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...
no subject
[Sigh.]
You're going to get my bed covered in filth. It might be easier to brush it down if you take it off.
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[He smirks while he complies, patiently undoing straps and buttons before tugging off his scarf, jacket, and gloves. He has a simple navy and white striped undershirt. Being less formal isn't as bad as being covered in ruined and dirty clothes.]
My guns? [He tilts his head in the direction of the table.] Planning on giving those back?
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Don't get your hopes up. You're part of my unit. That's all.
[Picking up the revolvers, he studies one of them absently for a moment before offering them both to him.]
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Sounds like fun. I think I can see why.
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[He vaults up from his chair in one fluid movement.]
But I will anyway. What do you mean?
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[PLAYING COY YEP. Something indeed.]
[He stands as well, though more like a normal person and not like Liquid's springy gymnastics.]
But that remains to be seen for sure. It seems you already know what I'm made of, but I still need to check you out. How about I take you up on that invitation?
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[Before answering, he grabs Ocelot's discarded jacket, hanging it up on a hook on the wall so it'll be easier to dust off.]
Fine then. I'm sure it'll be an interesting experience.
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Oh, and don't worry about your weapons. I can handle a few bullets if it comes to that.