Cat-ness Posts

Good night. And, just for the record, I'm not letting you smell me. *Continues lifting the boxes*

((THAT, though that one was a bit forced :O))

Yeah yeah super hero, flex some muscle and help me carry these crates from the docks. There's a lot of them...

This is why I dislike this thin line between ic and ooc :O That was to the characters, not to you irl. You can say you're going shooting in the woods but the fact is that you're not, you're behind your pc and imagining a character going there to shoot. I was talking to that guy >.

((Art, for the love of all tits in heaven, keep doing that. I've laughed so hard everytime at the mental images I get.))

You know. You guys are pretty mad. Here you are with an opportunity to go to a bar, get drunk, hit on women or watch sports butt naked with probably nobody caring and instead all you do is... Shoot guns. You people would use a colt to kill a fly and try out an AKM for it if a tree needed to be removed.

I'm afraid not, no. He joined very briefly in the last mission but, honestly, his contribution wasn't large.

Yeah it didn't go much as planned :D On the note of ops, got anything hatching Kei?

There's bound to be more than one box. *puts aside his Ipod and helps Keirova*

*Greets Art at the door* Hey. Yeah, you're at the right place. Wait inside, I'll get him for you... *Glances over his shoulder at the gazzilion dirty clothes and porn mags lying around* On second thought, you should probably sit on one the chairs here up front... *Quickly closes the door like a complete ass and wanders off to find Kei*

Slightly more ooc, welcome! Let me get you through the basics. You should fill this out, to give us an idea what you're like. Don't worry we're not at all strict. I would be, but it's not my call.

Name:
CN(CodeName):
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Blood Type:
Job Class:
Previous Job: Preferred Weapon:
Least Favorite Weapon:
Favorite Hobbies:
Abilities:
Physical traits:

The last one is especially optional, I put it in because, as an ex-rp'r, i'm used to describing as much.
Here is my example:

Name: Oswin Morey
CN(CodeName): Raider
Age: 33, he's very clear on this.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 77 Kg
Blood Type: A+
Job Class: Heavy guns and fire support.
Previous Job: US Army Rifleman, Auto Rifleman.
Preferred Weapon: Mk.48 mod.0
Least Favorite Weapon: Short barreled weapons or overly obstructive weapons (mini smg's, sniper rifles as examples. He's picky.)
Favorite Hobbies: Gaming, going on holidays to exotic places.
Abilities: Rapid fire accuracy, lock on speed*.
(*: The time it takes to turns from point A to point B and have the barrel aimed so that if fired, the bullet would hit point B perfectly)
Physical traits:

Keirova will, unless he's given up hope on it (I think he might've..?) supply you with weaponry on the company's tab in the Fakku Black Market. Check his Sig.
Don't forget to be thorough, not just a gun and two mags, body armor, helmet, grenades, secondary weapons and so on. If you want you can just post that along next time.

Again, we're not picky. We won't -at all- complain if you suddenly have an extra grenade, but don't go pulling Javelin's out of Das' ass.

Right now we're off-mission and relaxing at the base in Greece ^^ I don't know when Keirova will be online but it shouldn't be very long or something.

*Takes a nap tanning in the sun on a balcony*

That came from out of nowhere 0.0'

Anyway we'll wait with the training mission untill Scar or Keirova comes around to call the start of it. Untill then, try not to kill each other ;p If you must, throw remotes at people ^^

Yeah I instantly noticed it was the same character xD awesome stuff. You're twins :P

*Barges out of his room again and throws a remote in the general direction of dragon which ends up hitting him on the head and turns around before he even sees that happen*

Don't leave remotes in the toilets guys. What the hell were you thinking...

((Name: Oswin Morey
CN(CodeName): Raider
Age: 33, he's very clear on this.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 77 Kg
Blood Type: A+
Job Class: Heavy guns and fire support.
Previous Job: US Army Rifleman, Auto Rifleman.
Preferred Weapon: Mk.48 mod.0
Least Favorite Weapon: Short barreled weapons or overly obstructive weapons (mini smg's, sniper rifles as examples. He's picky.)
Favorite Hobbies: Gaming, going on holidays to exotic places.
Abilities: Rapid fire accuracy, lock on speed*.
(*: The time it takes to turns from point A to point B and have the barrel aimed so that if fired, the bullet would hit point B perfectly)
Physical traits: He's built with a big body, not just in muscles, making him perfect for carrying a lot of equipment. Also, after his first mission he always wears a specially tailored piece of cloth on his face, covering everything but his right eye and his nostrils. Only the people he went in with know why that is and he never takes it off either.

*Returns to the base after a long surgery leave to fix his face, during which there was no way to contact him.*

*Throws his bag on the nearest chair next to Das and heads straight to his assigned room.*

*Sits at the furthest end of the helicopter and very a very conspiciously long nap*

((Going on vacation in thursday, perfect timing as I won't have pc acces starting midday tomorrow :P))

Straight? Are you mad? Swerve this baby like it's a black lady's ass! Do you want to get hit by rpg's? AGAIN?

*gets out of his firing position in the car and slams the door shut* Well shit. You guys are a mess. I'm amazed you even get hired with this shoddy team. No offence but your medic is a crazed knife throwing lunatic, your sniper can't climb a freaking fire escape without breaking a leg, you completely ignore it when a someone in your team gets blown up by an explosion and you take off to escape leaving half the team behind.

What the hell is wrong with you guys? Do you have a death wish?

((Please note, this is ic 0.0 I don't hate you guys <3 But honestly, I would put this out there myself at this point so I am going to. No choice in the matter.

*Takes the ammo bag and puts it under his weapon on the roof as a stabilizer (obviously making sure he doesn't lose it in a sharp turn*

Fuck yeah, now I can fire without watching my ammo! *Fires a lot faster and also kills a lot more than before. His rapid fire accuracy in action...*

Kei, take the front, I've got this bitch! *opens fire on the rover but the crappy road, the fast driving and the manouvering prevents him from getting a good shot off*

Just... Die... Already! *Hits the driver in the right arm, causing him to swerve straight into a building*

*Pulls Sanada along into the car and takes a standing position through the roof (which was cut out) which his M4 and his last two mags*

Hit it!

*Somehow manages to hold a perimeter around the building alogng with Sanada*