Post by logan on Mar 10, 2009 14:40:46 GMT -5
All the words in my mouth that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out banded together to form a makeshift militia and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth. I stood proud in the gallery with my open socket of a mouth for them to see. They all just laughed and said, "That boy, he, that boy's got woe." - Say Anything "Woe" (listening to repeatedly till this motha is finished)
Logan: Calling Skyler Striker.
Dressed in complete camouflage. A green helmet with twigs and leafs taped to the sides, black boots, camouflage pants, a neat looking expensive unbuttoned camouflage vest that exposes his superstar gut. A 'cute' little name tag that reads "Private Hotdog" is even stitched across the upper part of the vest.
Logan: Striker.. come in.
Holding a nonfunctional toy army radio to his ear, inside the lobby of the Pepper Spam hotel crouched behind a sofa.
Logan: Alpha Mustard to Red Fox..
Throwing his back against the sofa.
Logan: In position!
In a swift surprisingly quick move, he rolls out from behind the cover of the sofa, shifting his body onto the floor and rolling towards the hotels bathroom all while keeping the walkie talkie gripped beside his ear.
Logan: The Eagle has left the nest. I repeat, the Eagle has left the nest.
A few people having interest to reside at the Pepper Spam hotel quickly exit the same way they entered at the sight of this. Logan crashes against the bathroom door, apparently it was locked closed and entrance would require more force. Going to stand he collapses back down having rolled himself out.
Logan: Striker.. need.. reinforcements!
Lovely time for a nap.
Logan: Calling Skyler Striker.
Dressed in complete camouflage. A green helmet with twigs and leafs taped to the sides, black boots, camouflage pants, a neat looking expensive unbuttoned camouflage vest that exposes his superstar gut. A 'cute' little name tag that reads "Private Hotdog" is even stitched across the upper part of the vest.
Logan: Striker.. come in.
Holding a nonfunctional toy army radio to his ear, inside the lobby of the Pepper Spam hotel crouched behind a sofa.
Logan: Alpha Mustard to Red Fox..
Throwing his back against the sofa.
Logan: In position!
In a swift surprisingly quick move, he rolls out from behind the cover of the sofa, shifting his body onto the floor and rolling towards the hotels bathroom all while keeping the walkie talkie gripped beside his ear.
Logan: The Eagle has left the nest. I repeat, the Eagle has left the nest.
A few people having interest to reside at the Pepper Spam hotel quickly exit the same way they entered at the sight of this. Logan crashes against the bathroom door, apparently it was locked closed and entrance would require more force. Going to stand he collapses back down having rolled himself out.
Logan: Striker.. need.. reinforcements!
Lovely time for a nap.
