71. maguire, patrick maguire.

Oct 29, 2010 14:59

[Paddy is now James Bond. Video comes on, and he's in the bar, sipping a Martini. Despite the fact the bar's actually closed. Despite the fact he's probably lacking some of the fancy ingredients needed. He's got one anyway. Because he's James Bond.]

I'd like to know what frequency this communicator's working on. Who can hear this?

[Sips his martini cooly,]

If I have been kidnapped, I doubt it'll last long. You're messing with the wrong man.

[He's casually cleaning and loading a gun whilst sat at the bar.]

So I suggest you let me go. Or at least offer an explanation.

[Another cool sip of the martini.]

Also, if anyone would care to explain to me the significance of waking up in what appeared to be a replica of a council house, that would be most appreciated.

[[ooc: I sincerely, sincerely apologise to anyone who loves Bond if I am destroying him. I... do not know Bond that well, but Paddy uses any excuse to dress up to dress up as a Bond character. So I'm watching a couple of films as-we-speak, but I am likely to royally screw him up. He's also backreading whilst he's sitting up there, so will be figuring plenty out for himself. Sort of. ALSO. FEEL FREE TO SPAM MR BOND.]]

james fucking bond, majesty's motherfucking secret service, closet film geek

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