baronbattle (baronbattle) wrote in you_blinked, @ 2009-04-13 00:14:00 |
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Who: Baron Battle
What: Arrival
When: Mid-morning
Where: Right side of the Island
David tugged on his jacket, annoyed. He had been scooping up the mail, letting his lovely wife know he was home, when he opened the wrong letter, and got dumped onto a tropical island in the middle of nowhere. He was tired. He had been out and about, conducting a series of low-profile heists in Amsterdam that had avoided the attention of his perennial irritant The Commander, and had participated in a lucrative and high-profile hit against a Russian mafia boss before coming home that had his name all over the former Soviet bloc. He took a step forward, looking around his surroundings, trying to make sense of things. But instead of home, he was here, wherever here was, and he was sure he would not like the answer.
"Well, isn't this just bloody lovely?" he finally muttered, discontent. He had wanted to take a nap, but it appeared that it would have to wait. He played with his combat knife, twirling it through his fingers at lightning speed with unerring accuracy. The slightest mistake would slash off a finger, but it was quickly obvious that David did this without thinking, a thoughtful habit to help burn off restless energy. "Question, of course, is just how bloody lovely all of this is."