http://screwattack.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] screwattack.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2009-04-24 07:33 pm
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003//Samus Aran

[There's a woman in a Power Suit sitting outside in the rain. Occasionally she'll remove her helmet to feel the rain on her face, even as it intensifies the longer she sits outside, but if she thinks she hears someone coming, she'll put it on very quickly. If you're quick enough, quiet enough, or just use the sound of the rain to your advantage, you can probably catch a glimpse of her without her helmet.

She has her journal lying near her, open, sheltered by a makeshift canopy of whatever she could find.]


So what do people do around this place? I don't necessarily mean to entertainment, just...in general. Is there some sort of mission? Are there people intending to accomplish something?

((OOC: Open to whoever's wandering by outside, or you can just respond to the voice entry.))

[identity profile] wolfisdumb.livejournal.com 2009-04-25 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, she doesn't seem to be a robot, or anything like an Aparoid. Fox gives an inward sigh of relief, grinning a bit awkwardly. Something about women, armored or no, made it harder for him to speak.]

That suit... is it something custom, or standard issue where you come from? I, er... I was just curious, since... [he holds up his wrist and taps at the radar with a nod.]

[identity profile] wolfisdumb.livejournal.com 2009-04-25 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[His wristband, blaster and shield are really the only things of note at the moment. He twitches his tail thoughtfully]

That might explain why I've never seen anything like it before. ... Looks like pretty impressive stuff, even from the outside. [aaawkward. He can't exactly natter on about specs like Slippy, sigh]

[identity profile] wolfisdumb.livejournal.com 2009-04-25 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. I've got a friend who's crazy about that sort of thing, but... I'm no expert myself, I'm afraid. [chuckles lightly. He's still observing the armor, of course, eyes now on that arm cannon... oh dear]