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[It is a beautiful day in Camp Fuck You Die and Major Ocelot is taking a walk in the brisk wintery air in an open field. Such a lovely day and the young soldier seems determined to enjoy it, stretching, almost basking cat-like in the weather. Surely, he seems to be thinking, Surely nothing could ruin such a good day.
And then a motorcycle comes flying through the air and hits him in the face.
The driver recovers quickly, pulling the bike up at the last moment and flipping off Ocelot, flinging him backwards as the bike flips. She lands on the ground easily, and brakes, coming to a stop.
She pulls off her helmet, shaking out her hair]
Well, this seems to be the place. A bit colder than I was expecting, I admit...
((OOC: Must sleep! Will pick up threads tomorrow after work o/))
And then a motorcycle comes flying through the air and hits him in the face.
The driver recovers quickly, pulling the bike up at the last moment and flipping off Ocelot, flinging him backwards as the bike flips. She lands on the ground easily, and brakes, coming to a stop.
She pulls off her helmet, shaking out her hair]
Well, this seems to be the place. A bit colder than I was expecting, I admit...
((OOC: Must sleep! Will pick up threads tomorrow after work o/))