It's called stress relief [incomplete]
WHO: The remaining Wingboys
WHERE: Abandoned warehouses
WHEN: March 1st, late evening
WARNINGS: Angry Wingboys?
SUMMARY: Heero's been stressed. He invites the Wingboys to unwind and do what they do best.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
It hadn't been a good day.
It was why he was now outside one of many warehouses, several types of explosives tucked away within the long shadows. His empty book bag was still slung over his shoulder, unzipped and practically formless. Heero played with his comm, checking the newest events with agitation.
He was tired of lying low. Tired of dealing with things he had no capacity for. Tired of the schedule he'd established for himself.
He shut off the comm and dumped it into his bag, zipping it up before crossing his arms and leaning back. He stilled, and waited.
[ooc: Separate threads will be started until everyone arrives.]
WHERE: Abandoned warehouses
WHEN: March 1st, late evening
WARNINGS: Angry Wingboys?
SUMMARY: Heero's been stressed. He invites the Wingboys to unwind and do what they do best.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
It hadn't been a good day.
It was why he was now outside one of many warehouses, several types of explosives tucked away within the long shadows. His empty book bag was still slung over his shoulder, unzipped and practically formless. Heero played with his comm, checking the newest events with agitation.
He was tired of lying low. Tired of dealing with things he had no capacity for. Tired of the schedule he'd established for himself.
He shut off the comm and dumped it into his bag, zipping it up before crossing his arms and leaning back. He stilled, and waited.
[ooc: Separate threads will be started until everyone arrives.]