http://harturmetalwolf.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] harturmetalwolf.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] srwug_alpha_rp2012-09-26 12:34 am
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I need you around / Blueberry kisses


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1] Sometime after dinner, if you're passing by the lounge you might hear the angry and joyous cries of one very excitable blonde Siberian. Adette had a heavy headset on over her eyes, and controller paddles in each hand from the computer game Gainer and Cynthia where always playing. Only, if her shouts where any indication she wasn't doing to hot either.

When the match finally ended she pulled off the headset with an angry jerk, cursing under her breath a little- only she bit her lip when she found out someone was standing there!
"Oh, I didn't know you where there! Sorry you had to see that."

2] With his Overman back together again, and her wounds healed Adette couldn't be happier. Though it was late, long past midnight, she could be found in the hanger polishing the fresh paint on the Overcoat of the Power Golame, she sang to herself as she worked, unabrashed, she sang out with joy, her high voice bouncing off every metal surface. She paused only to nip a shot from her flask every now and then, and her song always continued on.

"I told you baby, I'd love you maybe. But you stopped the clock the second time arounnddddd~ I need you arrrounndddd."

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[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com 2012-09-27 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ranna chuckles softly as she sees the sight before her. She had wanted to do some routine inspection on her Warhawk...

"Need any help?"

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[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com 2012-09-28 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Resnick had taken Prowler out for some practice and now was walking it back in, satisfied with his accuracy scores and in general regaining the easy arrogance that had been his trademark. The chicken-walking mech loped towards its hangar spot and he dropped it to its knees, then turned his EI system off. He dropped back into his body, a sensation that always felt like waking suddenly from a vivid dream.

The machine next to him seemed familiar somehow, which he puzzled over as he climbed down the cockpit ladder.

And then it hit him. It was the Power Golame. He just hadn't recognized it when it didnt look like death warmed over.

Which meant that if he wasn't careful his careful avoiding of his ex-lover for the past month could come to an abrupt and awkward end.

Stravag. Too late.
Edited 2012-09-28 04:12 (UTC)