03-08-2011, 01:27 AM
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery | Flt.Capt. Martize
1858 hours
"Hey Melanie." Martize said as he stepped over, his hands still tugging and wrestling with the collar around his neck. Curse his big neck.
"I never got to congrate you approvately on your first major mission." He said smiling. It was indeed an honor for the Thunderstorm to be chosen for the guardian to the Braveheart.
Main Gallery | Lt.Haven
1900 hours
Haven felt his chin. It had been a while since he last shaved. He felt like a young kid who just got his first 5 o'clock shadow. He looked around for the Indepenece crew, walking by another Lieutinent who looked as if he had a bad day.
Main Gallery | Lt. Malcome Martize
1900 hours
Malcome had walked by another member, looking as if he was missing his beard.
'This is gonna be a drag...' He thought. He hated these imformal gatherings. They were a waste of tieme and engery. In a way, he was surprised he didn't see a orcrestra concerterto playing and a bunch of elderly folks who should've retired 300 years ago and dressed in formal provaktive clouthing, talking about ...
He bumped into someone, which interrupted his chain of thought.
"Hey!" He said, not shouting, but in a firm voice, not knowing who he had bumped into.
Tag Melanie - Open - The Bumped into Person (Open to anyone)
Main Gallery | Flt.Capt. Martize
1858 hours
"Hey Melanie." Martize said as he stepped over, his hands still tugging and wrestling with the collar around his neck. Curse his big neck.
"I never got to congrate you approvately on your first major mission." He said smiling. It was indeed an honor for the Thunderstorm to be chosen for the guardian to the Braveheart.
Main Gallery | Lt.Haven
1900 hours
Haven felt his chin. It had been a while since he last shaved. He felt like a young kid who just got his first 5 o'clock shadow. He looked around for the Indepenece crew, walking by another Lieutinent who looked as if he had a bad day.
Main Gallery | Lt. Malcome Martize
1900 hours
Malcome had walked by another member, looking as if he was missing his beard.
'This is gonna be a drag...' He thought. He hated these imformal gatherings. They were a waste of tieme and engery. In a way, he was surprised he didn't see a orcrestra concerterto playing and a bunch of elderly folks who should've retired 300 years ago and dressed in formal provaktive clouthing, talking about ...
He bumped into someone, which interrupted his chain of thought.
"Hey!" He said, not shouting, but in a firm voice, not knowing who he had bumped into.
Tag Melanie - Open - The Bumped into Person (Open to anyone)