Javert ✍ 024
Who: Javert, Naomi, Raiden, Snake
Where: Starts out at Raiden's and Snake's Zephry Pointe apartment complex, then out into the city!
Style: I like first, damn it all
Status: Closed to the above folks.
[VROOM VROOM VROOM.
Just as promised, it has been a couple of days since Raiden and Naomi arranged a meeting for a proper tour around Somni City. It is exactly at their appointment time that the loud, irritating roar of a motorcycle zips up and parks directly beneath Raiden and Snake's apartment window. A glance outside would reveal an interesting pair, to say the least: One, the driver, a fierce, dark and incredibly tall man in a pair of impressive boots and a short jacket, shaking off a helmet and busily securing the bike from any possible thieves. He is a man of about his mid-fifties, at best. The other is a thin, delicate, but rather shapely woman who looks to be perhaps thirty. She hops daintily off the back, where she had been clinging for dear life to the waist of the driver. She gingerly places her helmet beside his with a broad smile.
Chief Inspector Javert, as the driver is called, shields his eyes from the glaring autumn sun and peers up at the exact fifth floor window of Raiden's apartment.]
You say David has not done this yet? [remarks the tall man abruptly to his companion with a frown.] Does he consider himself overworked? He should not be. There is no crisis. I must check his assignment schedule.
Where: Starts out at Raiden's and Snake's Zephry Pointe apartment complex, then out into the city!
Style: I like first, damn it all
Status: Closed to the above folks.
[VROOM VROOM VROOM.
Just as promised, it has been a couple of days since Raiden and Naomi arranged a meeting for a proper tour around Somni City. It is exactly at their appointment time that the loud, irritating roar of a motorcycle zips up and parks directly beneath Raiden and Snake's apartment window. A glance outside would reveal an interesting pair, to say the least: One, the driver, a fierce, dark and incredibly tall man in a pair of impressive boots and a short jacket, shaking off a helmet and busily securing the bike from any possible thieves. He is a man of about his mid-fifties, at best. The other is a thin, delicate, but rather shapely woman who looks to be perhaps thirty. She hops daintily off the back, where she had been clinging for dear life to the waist of the driver. She gingerly places her helmet beside his with a broad smile.
Chief Inspector Javert, as the driver is called, shields his eyes from the glaring autumn sun and peers up at the exact fifth floor window of Raiden's apartment.]
You say David has not done this yet? [remarks the tall man abruptly to his companion with a frown.] Does he consider himself overworked? He should not be. There is no crisis. I must check his assignment schedule.