Phone Post ∆ 005: The Week is Up
*The screen flickers through the white noise, revealing Raiden performing a one-handed handstand on the railing of a rooftop. Apparently, after his conversation with Snake he must have hit the public broadcast button instead of the hang-up key. He lowers himself down to the hanging mode and shimmies across the railing around the roof perimeter. Just when it seems like he can't hold on any longer, he swings himself up into a flip over the railing and lands firmly on the roof. He takes a few moment's rest, then catapults himself back over the railing and into the hanging mode.
Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.
On his third try swinging himself up and over, his feet suddenly give out from under him.*
WH--WHOA!--*THUNK*
*Obviously the gods of this world were laughing, the providential force behind allowing this unintentional broadcast to go through. He hits his head on the way down, crashing to a heap on the ground and out of sight of the video screen.
Damn those inconvenient puddles of fresh morning dew and slick seagull poo. They really prevent one from gaining a proper, firm footing.*
((OOC: If anyone wants to backlog with MGS2 Raiden, let me know and I'd be happy to do it))
Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.
On his third try swinging himself up and over, his feet suddenly give out from under him.*
WH--WHOA!--*THUNK*
*Obviously the gods of this world were laughing, the providential force behind allowing this unintentional broadcast to go through. He hits his head on the way down, crashing to a heap on the ground and out of sight of the video screen.
Damn those inconvenient puddles of fresh morning dew and slick seagull poo. They really prevent one from gaining a proper, firm footing.*
((OOC: If anyone wants to backlog with MGS2 Raiden, let me know and I'd be happy to do it))