"Yea. What's happening now?" He asked, looking at the new body. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't think that this Zeb guy would survive.
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8 yrs ago
Hello all! I have returned, after an unexcused abcense. Now, let's have a hell of a time.
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9 yrs ago
Sup turd-nuggets
9 yrs ago
I don't really care anymore. If I can't find a RP that won't fall apart in a week, I'm probably going to leave this site. So, let's hope for fun.
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9 yrs ago
All RP groups that I'm in, I will be gone until the 4th. GM's, control my characters until then.
9 yrs ago
I need a 1x1 RP with no romance, but a metric-fucking-ton of action. Anything but romance.
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"Arin." That's all that he said while sitting there. He didn't need to be roped up with anyone else. At this point, he was trying to find a way to either escape, or become one of that Irish bastards soldiers, whichever would happen first is variable.
He did as intructed and entered the 'classroom.' He then sat at a desk on the opposite side of the room from the obviously nervous man and waited. He looked around the room for a possible weapon of way of escape.
As the short man with the mask walked in, he wondered about what was happening. When the demonic shout came, he stood in military style attention. He knew that this probably wasn't a joke.
It would be weird to keep her believing that it's a camera to keep her character on edge.
"I won't need too long." He said with as he launched from behind the coloumn. He dashed towards the group and dispersed the energy in a flury of punches into the different men, sending them flying through the walls and one guy flew up to the second floor. But that didn't keep the venom fueled beasts down. "STAY DOWN." He yelled as he continued to beat on them, having too much fun. After a minute of beating on them, he walked away with a menacing smile under his helmet. "Now, that's why I agreed to this job." He said, stopping next to Wraith.
Over the two weeks, he had gotten used to the clothes, food, and oddly enough, the blood. He did what he had to to not pass out and re-injure his shoulder. So he went through it, sometimes thinking about how Kim was doing in her cell. The occasional threat turned from scary, to almost humorous. He grew to be able to sleep on the cold floors. Now he was waiting to either be executed or recruited. Whichever would happen first was a variable.
Arin sat there. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, then looked back, and walked back into his cell. He was in pain and needed to rest. His wound probably wouldn't be tended to for a little while, but he'll live. He sat in the corner of his cell.
It's cool man, stuff happens.
"Finally, some action." He said as he jumped behind a column. "Draw them in here, I can't get close enough with this gunfire." He said as he began charging the center piece on his chest, as well as gathering energy around his body. "Lock them in here, then we can take them out. We don't need anyone knowing that we're here."
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