(no subject)
Characters: Eyepatch/Badou (smokesordie) & Rabbit/Lavi (redhead_rabbit)
Date/Time: September 14th, afternoon-ish
Location: Marketplace and then... maybe elsewhere. IDK.
Rating: PG13 (for language, and that's probably it.
Summary: Drawings come to life~
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Reaching the Marketplace came with more difficulty than usual. The elevator doors slid open, revealing the Access Point, though Eyepatch didn't immediately exit. He approached the open doors first, gazing warily for what lay beyond.
One desk, maybe even two or three, he could take. An entire group? He didn't want to find out.
His one eye roved to the end of the bridge, and he held his breath. Waiting. Just a little longer...
The desks moved, unintentionally creating a path, and the redhead seized the opportunity to take off. Clunks of the metal desk legs against the ground resounded behind him. The chaos of their pursuit grew in both volume and tempo as they closed in. "Shit, shit, shit!" Features scrunching, arms swinging, Eyepatch forced his legs that much faster.
He didn't look back until he reached the Marketplace, the soles of his boots grinding against the ground as he skidded to a halt. Some of the desks attempted to follow, but couldn't keep steady on the bridge. Others had found a new target.
Eyepatch's shoulders slumped, and he sighed heavily. Reaching into his pocket for a smoke, he lazily ambled on over toward the Weapons Stall, dragging the fingers of his other hand through his hair and pulling a cigarette out with his lips.
Date/Time: September 14th, afternoon-ish
Location: Marketplace and then... maybe elsewhere. IDK.
Rating: PG13 (for language, and that's probably it.
Summary: Drawings come to life~
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Reaching the Marketplace came with more difficulty than usual. The elevator doors slid open, revealing the Access Point, though Eyepatch didn't immediately exit. He approached the open doors first, gazing warily for what lay beyond.
One desk, maybe even two or three, he could take. An entire group? He didn't want to find out.
His one eye roved to the end of the bridge, and he held his breath. Waiting. Just a little longer...
The desks moved, unintentionally creating a path, and the redhead seized the opportunity to take off. Clunks of the metal desk legs against the ground resounded behind him. The chaos of their pursuit grew in both volume and tempo as they closed in. "Shit, shit, shit!" Features scrunching, arms swinging, Eyepatch forced his legs that much faster.
He didn't look back until he reached the Marketplace, the soles of his boots grinding against the ground as he skidded to a halt. Some of the desks attempted to follow, but couldn't keep steady on the bridge. Others had found a new target.
Eyepatch's shoulders slumped, and he sighed heavily. Reaching into his pocket for a smoke, he lazily ambled on over toward the Weapons Stall, dragging the fingers of his other hand through his hair and pulling a cigarette out with his lips.