Survival Horror!!!!

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[Deathmatches? Whatever, who cares. You know what really matters? Video Games. In fact, Ray and Chris care very much about this video game. It's Resident Evil 3 if you must know. They're sitting on a couch with a table between them and the TV. Said table already has a few beers finished or half-finished along with bags of crisps and various snack foods.

Ray is the one with the controller but they're both very into the game at the moment. Should you disturb them? Well, take a listen and see!]

[Chris has a hand on Ray's shoulder for moral support.] Uh, no, no, Ray, you gotta get behind the desk! 'Cos it can't fire through it. Ray!

I'm behind the bloody desk! Look! Desk! I'm runnin' into the damn thing! [totally running into the desk for emphasis!!!]

Maybe you need to run into it more? Oh, shit, he's gonna fire! You gotta run!

I can't run if you're yellin' at me! [attempt at dodging the rocket!!! attempt successful!!!] Shit, I don't think me bullets're goin' over the desk or sommat.

[Making vague and wild hand gestures.] Try the grenades! The launcher thing. It'll launch'em like...over it.

We already used those on the stairs, div! Okay, I think... maybe if when he's shootin', I go 'round the desk, shoot him, then go back behind it.

Yeah, yeah, do that, just careful 'cos he's a fast bastard.

[Who cares if they're fighting Nemesis? Bug them anyway! There's tons of beer and food at least?]

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[gotitwrong]

Well, minus the hot-headed, then. [He pauses the game and grabs a beer off the table.] Thick-skulled hooligan? Admit to the thick skull, and I may be a bit rowdy now an' again.

[He continues grinning, somewhat amused and in a good mood.] Only one who might mean it seriously is Tyler, anyway, an' he don't count.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

Tyler? [she's sort of ignoring the beer drinking, hope you don't mind]

I suppose Rowdy isn't too terrible. On occasion.

[gotitwrong]

My DI. To say he doesn't like anythin' remotely like fun is an understatement.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

How unfortunate.

[gotitwrong]

Aye. But let's not talk about him. He even sucks the fun outta conversations.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

I think I can accommodate that.

How long have you been on the Plane, Ray?

[gotitwrong]

Just shy of two years, I think.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

That long? A shame we haven't met before now.

[gotitwrong]

Aye. But it's probably cause I got a job to do. Usually only pop up here every once in a while, ya know?

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

Do you? And what job is that?

[gotitwrong]

I'm a copper. A DS.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

I'm not familiar with the term.

[gotitwrong]

Detective Sergeant, luv.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

Forgive my ignorance. I'm familiar with a different sort of law enforcement, I'm afraid.

[gotitwrong]

How is it I'm not surprised?

[He just flashes her a grin. Really, almost two years of this shit acclimates you to it.]

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

You seem to take it well. You hear that often, then?

[gotitwrong]

Nah, more along the lines of 'I've been here close on two years'. Nothin's normal here, so I pretty much assume nobody's normal anymore.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

Should I be flattered then, or insulted?

[gotitwrong]

Would say neither, but if you wanna be flattered, luv, go ahead.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

It'll be a pleasant change of pace, so I think I will.