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WHO | R and Jim Kirk [Closed]
WHAT | R goes BOO at Jim Kirk. There may be strategic shirt ripping.
WHEN | Backdated to Early Week 1
WHERE | Tomorrowland
WARNINGS / NOTES | Kirk's manly chest, with the power of the sun.
So far hunting by himself isn’t working out. R established that apparently he sucks big-time at anything that doesn’t involve overwhelming numbers on his side and he decides maybe he better try lurking again. That little kid got lucky, that’s all. R thinks this time – for real. For double real – that he’s got this, because this time there aren’t any stupid hedges to get stuck in and he even picked a really, really really good dark corner to go wait in. This time it’s happening.
R waits for the first couple of hours, swaying and staring off into the distance to keep himself busy. Whatever helps the time pass. The options on that front are kinda limited when you're a walking corpse. R grunts out a sigh.
It’s the dim, foggy hours of the morning when he thinks he hears someone coming his way. R perks up as he hunches his shoulders into an ambush position.
Showtime.
(R hopes he doesn't go groaning too early and give away his position).
WHAT | R goes BOO at Jim Kirk. There may be strategic shirt ripping.
WHEN | Backdated to Early Week 1
WHERE | Tomorrowland
WARNINGS / NOTES | Kirk's manly chest, with the power of the sun.
So far hunting by himself isn’t working out. R established that apparently he sucks big-time at anything that doesn’t involve overwhelming numbers on his side and he decides maybe he better try lurking again. That little kid got lucky, that’s all. R thinks this time – for real. For double real – that he’s got this, because this time there aren’t any stupid hedges to get stuck in and he even picked a really, really really good dark corner to go wait in. This time it’s happening.
R waits for the first couple of hours, swaying and staring off into the distance to keep himself busy. Whatever helps the time pass. The options on that front are kinda limited when you're a walking corpse. R grunts out a sigh.
It’s the dim, foggy hours of the morning when he thinks he hears someone coming his way. R perks up as he hunches his shoulders into an ambush position.
Showtime.
(R hopes he doesn't go groaning too early and give away his position).