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knifetomeetyou) wrote2010-08-15 12:02 am
knifetomeetyou) wrote2010-08-15 12:02 am
photo 002 □ [video]
[Our resident knife nut-slash-doting dad is somewhere outside Marshall Apartment. Thanks to Grit's chip event, Hughes woke up this morning feeling quite...peculiar, but raring to practice his aim. A piece of paper with a bull's eye is tacked onto a large empty barrel that sits atop a large crate a considerable distance away from the soldier, who is eying it carefully. It doesn't take him long to let his knife fly; his technique is sleek, quick and practiced.
And the blade does indeed fly - although it seems to be flying more like a bullet, a silver blur that whooshes straight into the middle of the black dot. Instead of embedding itself into the barrel's wooden planks, the knife punches a hole in and zooms through the other side, spinning and disappearing off-screen.
Needless to say, Hughes is pretty speechless as he approaches the communicator, which is perched somewhere close to the apartment.]
...
First I wake up this morning tingling and glowing, and now this. I'm...pretty sure I'm not supposed to do any of these things.
Anyhow, guess it's time to go pick that up.
And the blade does indeed fly - although it seems to be flying more like a bullet, a silver blur that whooshes straight into the middle of the black dot. Instead of embedding itself into the barrel's wooden planks, the knife punches a hole in and zooms through the other side, spinning and disappearing off-screen.
Needless to say, Hughes is pretty speechless as he approaches the communicator, which is perched somewhere close to the apartment.]
...
First I wake up this morning tingling and glowing, and now this. I'm...pretty sure I'm not supposed to do any of these things.
Anyhow, guess it's time to go pick that up.