[Say Aloe - Option 2 | Things that go bump in the night.]
Dark hallways are already difficult when you have a 20/20 vision. And when you have to constantly wear sunglasses with red tinted lends that turn the whole world crimson? They become a complete pain in the ass.
Scott almost tripped twice in his way to the gardens and walked straight into a wall in one unfortunate, yet very memorable, occasion. He's re-adjusting his glasses when he trips again, cursing under his breath, arm reaching out instinctively to grab onto the closest thing available.
Turns out ' the closest thing' is actually a closest someone and he ends putting his weight onto an unexpected chest.
"Ah, my bad. Sorry...I can't see much."
[ Welcome to Zhautas - Option 2-3 | This is so boring, R.O.S.I.E play Mission Impossible.]
The more time Scott spends in Zhautas the more he's doubting his decision to come here in the first place. It doesn't really look like anybody knows what they were doing, least of all the staff, or took things seriously. Weren't they supposed to be saving the universe? Somehow, the piss-poor job at organization and the constant troubles doesn't fill him with reassurance about the mission.
The movie has been entertaining, the scary stories passable, but Scott draws the line at shadow puppets. He's no longer five years old, thank you very much. Besides, and that's the hardest part to admit, the game reminds him of a happier time with his parents and Alex, and that's still a too fresh wound.
Taking one of the offered flashlights with him, Scott tries to navigate the sea of bodies lying on the floor to get to the exit. Walking out of the room without stepping on people sleeping, being lazy or making out, proves to be quite a challenge. He's finally close to the door when one of the sleeping volunteers, who turns a lot in his sleep, hits his ankle with an ill-timed arm movement.
It makes Scott stumble and lose his balance, glasses slipping down his nose and leaving his eyes uncovered. A blast of red energy blows up the door handle in the three seconds it takes Scott to close his eyes and bring his hands to his face.
"Fuck!"
Oh well, hopefully, there was no one on the other side of the door?
[Network -Bangr | Misfires a go go. Thanks, I hate it.]
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Scott Summers | 18
Look, someone needed to be the Family Disappointment and the bisexual friend, and I’m really good at multitasking. Just playing up my strengths.
Scott Summers | Xmen | OTA
Dark hallways are already difficult when you have a 20/20 vision. And when you have to constantly wear sunglasses with red tinted lends that turn the whole world crimson? They become a complete pain in the ass.
Scott almost tripped twice in his way to the gardens and walked straight into a wall in one unfortunate, yet very memorable, occasion. He's re-adjusting his glasses when he trips again, cursing under his breath, arm reaching out instinctively to grab onto the closest thing available.
Turns out ' the closest thing' is actually a closest someone and he ends putting his weight onto an unexpected chest.
"Ah, my bad. Sorry...I can't see much."
[ Welcome to Zhautas - Option 2-3 | This is so boring, R.O.S.I.E play Mission Impossible.]
The more time Scott spends in Zhautas the more he's doubting his decision to come here in the first place. It doesn't really look like anybody knows what they were doing, least of all the staff, or took things seriously. Weren't they supposed to be saving the universe? Somehow, the piss-poor job at organization and the constant troubles doesn't fill him with reassurance about the mission.
The movie has been entertaining, the scary stories passable, but Scott draws the line at shadow puppets. He's no longer five years old, thank you very much. Besides, and that's the hardest part to admit, the game reminds him of a happier time with his parents and Alex, and that's still a too fresh wound.
Taking one of the offered flashlights with him, Scott tries to navigate the sea of bodies lying on the floor to get to the exit. Walking out of the room without stepping on people sleeping, being lazy or making out, proves to be quite a challenge. He's finally close to the door when one of the sleeping volunteers, who turns a lot in his sleep, hits his ankle with an ill-timed arm movement.
It makes Scott stumble and lose his balance, glasses slipping down his nose and leaving his eyes uncovered. A blast of red energy blows up the door handle in the three seconds it takes Scott to close his eyes and bring his hands to his face.
"Fuck!"
Oh well, hopefully, there was no one on the other side of the door?
[Network -Bangr | Misfires a go go. Thanks, I hate it.]
[ Wildcard | Throw whatever you want at Scott o7]