Priscilla Sonoda Asagiri (![]() ![]() @ 2009-05-25 04:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, aaron corbett, priss asagiri |
CHARACTERS: Blue Knight Saber (Priss Asagiri) & OPEN
LOCATION: around the city
TIME: nighttime
NOTES: Restless = taking her hardsuit out for a spin. Yay secret identity.
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Priss really shouldn't be wasting her battery power like this, but at the moment, she didn't care. The idiots who plagued this city were beginning to drive her up a wall and she was tired of sitting around and waiting for someone to figure out how to get them back or that club to contact her and let her know she got the singing gig. The rest of her band wasn't here, but singing solo wasn't that bad and would give her something to do other than sit in her room and write songs that no one would ever hear.
And she didn't even have the room to herself anymore! Whoever or whatever ran this place had decided to give her a roommate. Priss was so not the roommate type--she could barely stand sitting in the mobile pit for too long with Nene and Linna. How the hell was she supposed to deal with a roommate and a male one at that?
"Fucking figures," Priss muttered, her voice altered by the helmet of her hardsuit. Taking a step back, she bolted into a sprint and pushed off the roof of the building, shooting straight up into the air thanks to the jets in her suit, and fell down and down and down, until she landed perfectly on the street below.
Straightening out, she spun, kicked a leg up and out into the air and threw a few punches at an invisible foe. Holding a hand up in front of the visor in her helmet, she flexed her fingers in and out of a fist.
"At least the suit still works."