How's My Driving?

How's Torn doing, guys? He staying IC? He going over board? He cracking canon, losing your interest, not posting enough? Don't hold back, now! I want to play him the best I can, but I need your help to keep me in line, here.

Anon is on, IP tracking is off and all comments are screened. Have at me. Edit: I AM NO LONGER A LIAR, ANON ( Read more... )

[Torn...sounds pissed.]

Jak; you're a dumbass.

Tell me at least we got some new information t'go off of, here.

[And...now to wait for Ashelin to come over and chew him a new asshole.

Grrrrrreat.]

((ooc: I'm an idiot; Torn wouldn't be wearing his armor or his respirator because it would've slowed him down. He's not a stupid face. So he's missing his ( Read more... )

It's gotten louder.

Did anyone do anything?

[Torn's out now, investigating on his own. Nothing on deck 11, what about a deck up?]

...Mar almighty, what now?

Puttin' out a request for a sparring partner, preferably humanoid, under six feet.

That don't apply t'you, I've still got a question; what floor's your room on, and are any of your buddies from home on it with ya? It seems, more often than not, the Captain likes to t'put us in groups.

[Squirt!

There's a soft disapproving noise, close to exasperation. Torn bites back the urge to bitch and instead takes a moment to actually think of something conversational. Questions that prompt discussions seem to be a popular fall back when people have nothing better to talk about...

Eh, fine.]

The word 'Sage' mean anything t'you people?

[ ( Read more... )

Ashelin.

Tell me you're alright.

[blind.]

[Lol, squirt.]

Wha--Agh!

What.

Stupid--

...'s recording?

[Torn growls low in his throat, the meaning behind the waterintheface becoming clear.]

Alright.

I'm looking for a sparring partner.

[The voice is just above a whisper, raspy and familiar to some. The tone is unimpressed. Could be entirely possible he was put up to using ShipNet at all. That’s right-he doesn’t like your comms, Redd.]

I’m looking for information. ‘Bout this ship, the crew, yourselves.

…Name’s Torn.

[And he’s very wary aboot this whole social network thing. ( Read more... )

[Torn doesn't know where he is.

How he got here.

Who took his guns and knives.

And he doesn't like answers he can dredge up on his own. He's on some vessel out on the open sea and a part of it is on fire. This doesn't bode well ( Read more... )