an onlooker might be able to tell: he has none of the jumpy aftereffects of new arrivals. he walks through the halls with knowledge of where the shadows fall, keeping his footsteps light. avoiding groups of people, skirting areas known to be well-populated.
right now, however, he doesn't seem to be concerned about foreign observation: he stands amongst the many in the Exhibition Hall, looking over a display of brochures. he seems to be paying close attention to the photographs, going so far as to reach out and follow the lines of a particularly well-done perspective shot with his fingers.
in fact, there's a camera hanging around his neck. ]
Not bad, huh? Someone on the market team has an eye for good composition.
[ he'll speak only if he notices attention upon him, his voice barely rising from a murmur. ]
IV.
[ er... someone definitely hit the "auto" button without checking its input. ]
I'M SKILLED IN: espionage, overlooking social cues, eating raw snakes.
I'M LOOKING FOR: Mommy.
ALSO, I'M: cute.
STASIS UNITS.
[ if anyone knew Snake personally, they might have expected him to linger at the pod of the woman who had shaped him since his inception as the man he is now. the woman who'd taken his aimless life and given him purpose.
even so, that's not the case: instead, he lingers in front of a pod housing a man who resembles him down to the furrow in his brow. they could have been twins, the only distinguishing factor being the presence or absence of one eye.
his jaw grit, he won't look up at the approach of another. there's something like resignation weighing his shoulders down. ]
big boss | mgs
I.
[ he's been here for days, now.
an onlooker might be able to tell: he has none of the jumpy aftereffects of new arrivals. he walks through the halls with knowledge of where the shadows fall, keeping his footsteps light. avoiding groups of people, skirting areas known to be well-populated.
right now, however, he doesn't seem to be concerned about foreign observation: he stands amongst the many in the Exhibition Hall, looking over a display of brochures. he seems to be paying close attention to the photographs, going so far as to reach out and follow the lines of a particularly well-done perspective shot with his fingers.
in fact, there's a camera hanging around his neck. ]
Not bad, huh? Someone on the market team has an eye for good composition.
[ he'll speak only if he notices attention upon him, his voice barely rising from a murmur. ]
IV.
[ er... someone definitely hit the "auto" button without checking its input. ]
@Snake1964 (39), USA
I'M SKILLED IN: espionage, overlooking social cues, eating raw snakes.
I'M LOOKING FOR: Mommy.
ALSO, I'M: cute.
STASIS UNITS.
[ if anyone knew Snake personally, they might have expected him to linger at the pod of the woman who had shaped him since his inception as the man he is now. the woman who'd taken his aimless life and given him purpose.
even so, that's not the case: instead, he lingers in front of a pod housing a man who resembles him down to the furrow in his brow. they could have been twins, the only distinguishing factor being the presence or absence of one eye.
his jaw grit, he won't look up at the approach of another. there's something like resignation weighing his shoulders down. ]