Alex Mercer / Prototype / Bar
The door opens - slams against the wall, actually - and a man in Marine fatigues barrels through. For a moment the stench of disease and the sounds of rapid gunfire follow him through, together with a bullet that wings his shoulder before he turns and slams the door shut, leaning against it heavily. He's panting, but it looks more like habit then any actual air being taken in.
He turns, a mass of red-black-grey tendrils cover him like ink in water and suddenly a completely different man dressed in black jeans, shirt, hoodie and black leather jacket is standing there. He stops at the sight of the bar, a hand pulling the slightly blood-stained hood further over his already shadowy face.
"The hell's happening now?" He mutters quietly.
He walks up to the bar carefully, looking around him. He doesn't look particularly comfortable, but he's not exactly hostile either - maybe he could use a couple of explanations...?
[OOC: Trying to get a handle on this pup's voice. Wanted to RP forever. May be a little slow tagging, but I will get back to any posts =3 Open forever]
He turns, a mass of red-black-grey tendrils cover him like ink in water and suddenly a completely different man dressed in black jeans, shirt, hoodie and black leather jacket is standing there. He stops at the sight of the bar, a hand pulling the slightly blood-stained hood further over his already shadowy face.
"The hell's happening now?" He mutters quietly.
He walks up to the bar carefully, looking around him. He doesn't look particularly comfortable, but he's not exactly hostile either - maybe he could use a couple of explanations...?
[OOC: Trying to get a handle on this pup's voice. Wanted to RP forever. May be a little slow tagging, but I will get back to any posts =3 Open forever]