Post by Specialist290 on Apr 28, 2007 15:22:02 GMT -5
Specialist stands up and, with a slow, stiff gait, drags himself over to his favorite chair, which has now been jammed into a bunch of other stuff. He watches it burn for a short period, then finds another chair somewhere else in the room and sits down slowly. A grimace appears on his face as one of his wounds apparently does not respond well to the sudden pressure of the back of a chair.
He asks somewhat weakly, "I suppose now wouldn't be the right time to ask for another daiquiri? ...Actually, any sort of painkiller'd do.
"Not that I can't handle this, of course." Even when badly wounded, Spec still tries to show no weaknesses.
He asks somewhat weakly, "I suppose now wouldn't be the right time to ask for another daiquiri? ...Actually, any sort of painkiller'd do.
"Not that I can't handle this, of course." Even when badly wounded, Spec still tries to show no weaknesses.