06-29-2017, 03:25 PM
I was very deprived of sleep as I stumbled through the streets and across the buildings. I don't think it showed though.
"I've got a selfie stick. I've got a selfie stick. And you don't. Ahahahaha. All the selfie sticks are miiiiiiinnnneeeee."
I turned around quickly, pointing Selfie Stick A down an alleyway I'd just walked past.
"You! Put your hands up where I can see them." I giggled. "Gimme your selfie stick."
I threw Selfie Stick A up into the air, letting it spin round. I shuffled sideways, catching it in my bag. Then, quickly, I drew Selfie Stick B pointing it down an alley on the opposite site of the road.
"What! Did you think I only had one? Checkmate, loser. I've got two of these bad boys." I hefted my selfie stick to adjust my aim. Those invisible people better be scared, I thought.
"Kabam!" I swung the stick in the air. "Kapow!" I threw the stick towards the trashcan, causing it to bounce off the steel lid and come spinning back through the air towards me. I caught it with the same hand. "Yeah, get fucked. Stupid bin."
From looking at my map, there were two main routes to the safehouse, should I decide to stay on ground level. A winding narrow alley. Or a wide road. I took the alley and immediately sprinted down it, a selfie stick in my good hand. Gotta stay prepared for everything.
Seeing three closed dumpsters with angled roofs, each one on an alternate side of the narrow path, I jumped up in the air and kicked off their tops, shuffling from left to right in the air. I'd always loved that motion. The change of sideways momentum. It could allow for some fun and unpredictable strikes. Maybe I'd get a chance to try it out in a later fight. I gave a mock swing of Selfie Stick A to showcase the idea.
Eventually, I arrived at the building. I could finally rest. And maybe meet up with my potential ally and portable flamethrower. Maybe they'd give me their selfie stick. If everyone else was collecting useless chunks of metal, then I'd just collect useless plastic sticks. I could win an award.
Go to sleep, you idiot.
My internal thoughts ruined my great moment of genius.
"I've got a selfie stick. I've got a selfie stick. And you don't. Ahahahaha. All the selfie sticks are miiiiiiinnnneeeee."
I turned around quickly, pointing Selfie Stick A down an alleyway I'd just walked past.
"You! Put your hands up where I can see them." I giggled. "Gimme your selfie stick."
I threw Selfie Stick A up into the air, letting it spin round. I shuffled sideways, catching it in my bag. Then, quickly, I drew Selfie Stick B pointing it down an alley on the opposite site of the road.
"What! Did you think I only had one? Checkmate, loser. I've got two of these bad boys." I hefted my selfie stick to adjust my aim. Those invisible people better be scared, I thought.
"Kabam!" I swung the stick in the air. "Kapow!" I threw the stick towards the trashcan, causing it to bounce off the steel lid and come spinning back through the air towards me. I caught it with the same hand. "Yeah, get fucked. Stupid bin."
From looking at my map, there were two main routes to the safehouse, should I decide to stay on ground level. A winding narrow alley. Or a wide road. I took the alley and immediately sprinted down it, a selfie stick in my good hand. Gotta stay prepared for everything.
Seeing three closed dumpsters with angled roofs, each one on an alternate side of the narrow path, I jumped up in the air and kicked off their tops, shuffling from left to right in the air. I'd always loved that motion. The change of sideways momentum. It could allow for some fun and unpredictable strikes. Maybe I'd get a chance to try it out in a later fight. I gave a mock swing of Selfie Stick A to showcase the idea.
Eventually, I arrived at the building. I could finally rest. And maybe meet up with my potential ally and portable flamethrower. Maybe they'd give me their selfie stick. If everyone else was collecting useless chunks of metal, then I'd just collect useless plastic sticks. I could win an award.
Go to sleep, you idiot.
My internal thoughts ruined my great moment of genius.
Quote:Dane moved from C21 to Safehouse C.
If you can't tell, my ideas for movement posts are being stretched very thin. But considering how much sleep Dane needs, I don't mind if I'm writing him a bit OOC here. Once he gets to the safehouse he's faceplanting on a bed.