4 traps filled
[after all the commotion and fanfare, before the after-party even has a chance to kick off, Ray trudges into the lobby. he's covered in mud, and blood, and ectoplasm, and just generally looks like the special sort of hell that comes from being awake for almost a week straight, with only catnaps to speak of. he glances around, tired but satisfied -- it's not the same as coming home to the firehouse, but there's still a feeling of conclusion, and a strange, new sense of belonging.
he's not home, but he's finished, and that's close enough.
the 'Buster lets out a sigh of relief, then looks up at the -- oh, fuck you, stairs. he's not even sure he has enough energy to ride the elevator, let alone trudge all the way up to his floor.
shucking off his proton pack, he'll drop it on the floor next to a couch, then flop down on the couch - yes, Faye Valentine, YOUR COUCH, sorry about the gooey mess - and pass out.
... and snore. oh, yes.]
((OOC: One last open post for the puppyderp for the month, promise. <33))
he's not home, but he's finished, and that's close enough.
the 'Buster lets out a sigh of relief, then looks up at the -- oh, fuck you, stairs. he's not even sure he has enough energy to ride the elevator, let alone trudge all the way up to his floor.
shucking off his proton pack, he'll drop it on the floor next to a couch, then flop down on the couch - yes, Faye Valentine, YOUR COUCH, sorry about the gooey mess - and pass out.
... and snore. oh, yes.]
((OOC: One last open post for the puppyderp for the month, promise. <33))