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realityshifted2013-03-25 11:22 pm
decrypts) wrote in realityshifted2013-03-25 11:22 pm
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[this has been one exceptionally strange day for york. and by exceptionally strange, he means holy fucking shit what the hell is going on.
it had started off like any other day. he'd gotten up gone to get his coffee and actually intended on going through some of his mission data. he'd had his datapads under one arm, mug in hand, and he'd been rounding a corner when he'd run into something he'd never seen before.
and by that, he means one very large, intimidating, orange .. thing.
which of course meant he'd tried to talk to it. that .. had probably been his first mistake. because as usual, he can't be straightforward to save his life, and .. well.
then there were weapons in his face. and lots of angry noises. and york had been pretty sure that he was about to have his head torn off.
which is when he'd started running.
he hadn't exactly been concentrating on dropping to the plane at the time, and once he actually did land, he didn't stop running. he had no way of knowing whether or not the thing that had been scaring the absolute fuck out of him was following him, but looking back to check meant certain death, he was positive, and he wasn't risking that.
so.
running like a motherfucker across the plane it is.]
((ooc: this, ladies and gentlemen, would be the result of york's encounter with a tabbalac, courtesy of a partial merger with menzies. he's running his fool head off, so wherever you want to run into him? feel free. also would someone please try to calm him down because he seriously thinks he's about to die.again.))
it had started off like any other day. he'd gotten up gone to get his coffee and actually intended on going through some of his mission data. he'd had his datapads under one arm, mug in hand, and he'd been rounding a corner when he'd run into something he'd never seen before.
and by that, he means one very large, intimidating, orange .. thing.
which of course meant he'd tried to talk to it. that .. had probably been his first mistake. because as usual, he can't be straightforward to save his life, and .. well.
then there were weapons in his face. and lots of angry noises. and york had been pretty sure that he was about to have his head torn off.
which is when he'd started running.
he hadn't exactly been concentrating on dropping to the plane at the time, and once he actually did land, he didn't stop running. he had no way of knowing whether or not the thing that had been scaring the absolute fuck out of him was following him, but looking back to check meant certain death, he was positive, and he wasn't risking that.
so.
running like a motherfucker across the plane it is.]
((ooc: this, ladies and gentlemen, would be the result of york's encounter with a tabbalac, courtesy of a partial merger with menzies. he's running his fool head off, so wherever you want to run into him? feel free. also would someone please try to calm him down because he seriously thinks he's about to die.