( It’s split-second, which it should be: 1004 slumps at Arlo’s boots, knocked out like a light. A quick, sharp electrical pulse through his entire body sees the soldier roll over and go limp. )
( he doesn't want to do anything. he wants to crush this .. thing .. beneath his heel.
but that would be a waste. and since they don't give him much more, he presses the button. )
And .. if I break it?
( he smiles, hand gripping the remote harder - not enough to actually destroy it, he couldn't manage that - but enough to threaten. )
/ sorry to everyone who followed for Outlast Momence i didn’t mean to False Advertise. This Is The Grug’s first mvrp oc in a while Please Be Kind To The Grub
/ sorry to everyone who followed for Outlast Momence i didn’t mean to False Advertise. This Is The Grug��s first mvrp oc in a while Please Be Kind To The Grub
Pocket.
( 👍. Unrefrigerated, and full of air bubbles— It’s a long walk, Virginia to Arizona. It’s difficult to look passive, too, when you’re damp and covered in foodstuffs. And blood. Milk and blood. Smells like a farm, in here. )
[ It's like getting held at gunpoint—but, you know. Rustier. Sweating bullets, both of his hands are up where 1004 can see them, held low to his middle, ]
That's- pretty, uh, pretty cool. Where'd you get that, man?
( Tilting his head upwards— Thick, red lines mark over words; ‘TERMINATED’ and ‘BODY WAITING’ and ‘TRIGGER TEST 12.’
Clutching his papers closer to himself. 🙁. )